My husband has plotted to take over the world.
By the world, I mean our circle of friends.
By plot, I mean to secure a basketball-watching fellowship by encouraging everyone we know to join a measly $5 bracket.
By everyone, I mean we now have a $140 winning pot with $5 back to the second place finisher. Do the math. It’s a decent sized pool.
This is, by far, his most favoritest time of the year. The month of March is his favorite holiday. And now he’s got me hooked because for the first time ever, I have participated in this pool and completed a bracket.
I’m losing. Good thing I’m not a sore loser. (Mainly because it’s not over yet and I am willing the hell out of my TV for my picks to win so that I can rub it in his face.) I’ve learned from this experience so far that I am a pretty conservative picker. A couple of upsets, but only when the seeds were relatively close. I’m not sure how I feel about being a conservative bracket chooser. I feel like a wuss, so in order to be vindicated of the uber-careful choices, I am willing my teams to win. Right now. Even though I am a wussy, conservative picker… I am very competitive… ESPECIALLY when it involves the husband.
I beat him in Mortal Kombat. Or was it Street Fighters? I don’t remember. I just remembered I won. I beat him in mini-golf. I would beat him in thumb wars if he ever played me. He keeps complaining that I have an advantage with my long nails. Whatever. HE’S the wuss.
Enjoy your St. Patty’s day weekends and will for me to beat my husband, please. Thank you.