Personal & Nonsensical
why we have sex (typically) indoors
Apr 28th
Well. Let’s chalk this one up as another example of “research has been done on everything.”
In addition to that … using research … every once in a while I like to enlighten people to some of the hazards in life so they can avoid them.
Here you go.
The hazard: Public sex can be extremely dangerous.
Oh.
The research: An Australian zoologist Darrell Kemp conducted a study that has confirmed the assumption that public sex can be dangerous to the lives of the lovers.
Ok.
I have to pause here.
“Confirmed the assumption.”
Huh? I never assumed having sex in public was dangerous … well … at least life endangering.
The study? Studying the process of Sphex wasps hunting the Australian locust <now THAT was a blast to type> he discovered that those locusts “in love” were attacked by predators more frequently.
Good news for us guys?
Females were much less lucky than males.
While researchers agree that sex is a healthful and pleasant exercise <thank god they agree on that>, they also suggest that few are aware of the fact that sex can also be very dangerous.
Quote: “Many predators prefer to hunt for those who, forgetting everything in the world, are selflessly engaged in procreation”.
While many biologists agree with this statement, until now, nearly no one tried to calculate what percentage of those who have sex may be caught by predators.
So it was up to this guy named Kemp who finally decided to answer the question everyone has been asking … and assessed the risk of death during sex using numbers.
The objects of his study were representatives of the Australian locust (Chortoicetes terminifera) and preying on them … the local wasp Sphex cognatus <think of the locust as lovers of outdoor sex and the local wasp as a predator>.
Oh. This is important.
It should be noted that adult Sphex do not feed on locusts, as well as grasshoppers, mantises or stick insects. Like the Olympic gods, they are content with flower nectar.
They attack these insects only to feed their babies. Having noticed the victim, Sphex jumps on it, paralyzes it, and drags it into a hole where it will serve as food for the wasp larvae.
Whew.
Glad I cleared that up for everyone.
(note: if you see a Sphex … and it looks like it is going to jump … well … move – that’s a freebie …)
These Sphex hunters are most active in the beginning of the Australian summer (December), when the locust usually begins to gather in flocks. It is in these flocks where mass mating occurs <some people call this “an orgy”>.
Having conducted a series of experiments, the biologist noted that, while mating locusts accounted for approximately three percent of the total number, they were attacked first.
In contrast, single species rarely suffered from attacks of predators. And males were generally not attacked.
According to his calculations, in nine out of ten cases Sphex preferred to paralyze females, and only one in ten males. The predators are were apparently attracted by the larger size of female locusts.
Yowza.
I will withhold comments on that.
Ok.
This next part is beyond awesome.
At the same time, on several occasions the scientist has observed very curious circumstances occurring with males who were the most “passionate” lovers.
During Sphex attacks they, indulging in amorous pleasures, noticed nothing around them, including the fact that a wasp was dragging their paralyzed partners to its burrow.
“Noticed nothing around them.”
Awesome.
Ok. Here is where it gets important to us.
There is an assumption that once upon a time such danger existed for humans and because of this we inevitably decided to have sex in secluded and well protected places.
Yup. Some anthropologists believe that the search of solitude for love in people was caused by the presence of large predators nearby. Think about it <okay … don’t … I will explain>.
If chimpanzees living in the woods can quickly interrupt copulation and crawl up a tree, in the same environments our ancestor human folk just weren’t as nimble.
And there were no lack of predators. In the good ole days a large crowd of people <or a couple if you struggle envisioning a caveman/woman orgy> could attract lions, hyenas, saber-toothed tigers or other predators.
As a result, our ancestors began to look for more secluded places in order to procreate. This gradually led to the abandonment not only of public sex, but even open display of genitals. As a result, sex in Homo sapiens became the only “personal matter”, which is always done in a safe place – once again not to attract the attention of predators.
Whew.
I understand this post is disappointing to those seeking public sex.
But, in general, great advice.
canadian cheese
Apr 21st
Figured I would start off on the right foot …
Knock Knock!
Who’s there?
Cheese!
Cheese who?
Cheese a cute girl!
Yup. This one is gonna be that bad. But I couldn’t resist. Oh. And please note the picture to the right … “say cheese” … ah … cheese humor. The best comedians in the world couldn’t make up stuff like this.
And, yes, I am really writing about Canadian cheese.
Well. Actually I am writing about what someone else wrote about Canadian cheese (just wanted to make sure no one thought I had completely lost it).
Anyway.
I was inspired by … uhmmmmmm … Canadian cheese (this isn’t a joke … this is serious shit in the world of cheese … think Vermont cheese … Wisconsin cheese … France and cheese … and … well … Canadian cheese!)
(yup … no shit).
So.
Let’s take a second about how I got inspired to write about Canadian cheese.
I met the person who wrote the ‘pocket guide to Canadian cheese’ while on a Caribbean island.
(oh … the people you can meet if you are sitting alone at a bar …)
Yup (again).
I was fascinated that someone had come to a Caribbean island to write a book about Canadian cheese. Let alone they had actually elected to write about cheese.
Oh.
But not any cheese.
Canadian cheese.
And the book is a pocket guide (sitting right next to “what to do on the island” and the island maps).
Ok.
All that said. Gosh. Where to begin?
Let’s begin at the beginning.
The foreword is titled “cheese and me.”
It is in this section where you are immediately profiled … because it sets the stage with ‘like elite cheesemongers’ (I would hate to meet a non-elite cheesemonger in a back alley) and a reference to the “cheese renaissance.”
First.
I feel compelled to talk about what it takes to be an elite cheesemonger.
I vaguely remember the Mongols were ‘mongers’ of something. But cheese? Well. Oddly enough (and I am too lazy at the moment to research so this is from memory) I believe the Mongols put dairy products under their saddle to ferment it for future … well … eating.
Geez.
No wonder the Mongols kicked the shit out of everyone. They were eating fermented horse saddle cuisine. Tasty stuff I am sure.
Sadly … I am not sure a Canadian has ever been in the Mongol category of mongers, therefore, they created their own segment of mongers … cheesemongers.
Ah. But, to be on the safe side, they become elite cheesemongers (I believe most of them have mansions in upper Newfoundland).
Anyway.
Being a cheesemonger is tougher than you think in Canada (I actually did some research).
This comes from the Cheese Lover blog:
I am amazed how fantastic Canadian cheese is – both the quality and the way chefs use it. This despite the fact that Canada, like the US, bans the production of young raw milk or unpasteurized cheeses. However many of the most interesting cheeses come from Quebec whose government has recently reversed that position to allow the sale of raw milk cheeses under the age of 60 days.
Cheesemakers in Ontario also labour under the additional handicap of not being free to choose the style of cheese they make. If they want to use cows’ milk (the restriction doesn’t apply to sheep and goats’) they must be able to prove to the province’s Dairy Farmers’ Association that no similar cheese is being made. Popular styles are on allocation so you can’t for example make a cheddar if the cheddar quota is already taken up.
Ok.
Seriously.
First … the cheddar quota is taken up ? … quotas on canadian cheese? Oh my. And Americans think their government is too involved?
Anyway. Second <and most importantly>. Someone writes a blog solely on cheese <must be a monger> … and knows about the cheese quota?
(by the way … I am still slightly stunned, and amused, there is a quota on cheddar cheese … not just any cheese … cheddar cheese … what’s up with that).
Anyway.
Once you have gone through mongerer training (lots of gnashing of teeth and multiple meals of plain limburger sandwiches) you become an official cheese mongerer and probably become qualified to monger cheese and wear foam cheese hats and … well … write a pocket guide on cheese.
Next.
Just in case you may have missed it. The Italian renaissance. The French renaissance. The Canadian cheese renaissance.
Eh?
(Its probably because they have the worlds nicest cheese that you didn’t even notice it)
But, no shit, in this pocket guide you are exposed to the Cheese Renaissance <no dates actually provided> and the Mona Lisa of Canadian cheese. Nope. I did not make that up. Apparently this Mona Lisa has some kind of rind (and possibly the hint of a smile).
Moving on <quickly>.
Next.
The ladder of cheese appreciation.
Yup. They have a ladder.
And not a one rung ladder but rather one of those extendable ladders that can reach the roof of a three story house.
You gotta REALLY appreciate cheese to climb this frickin ladder.
Ok.
Next.
The raw milk question.
Ah.
The big question. Can raw milk be made in canada?
Can a woodchuck chuck wood?
Do moose make milk (I don’t know what a female moose is called … Moosette. Meese? … are any of the royal canadian mounties gay?)
Big important questions.
Next.
Soft washed rind cheese.
Ok.
Would anyone want to eat unwashed cheese? (rind or not).
Personally I am hoping canada has good personal hygiene and clean everything (not just their soft rind cheese). But I am pleased that whenever they wash their rind cheese they do it softly.
Next.
Firm Canadian cheese.<note: I am skipping any inappropriate jokes about firm cheese>
A quote from the pocket guide:
“Substantial dependable and honest – just like Canadians, eh?”
I cannot make this stuff up <I am not that good>.
I am not sure I can add to anything beyond this quote. It kind of says it all.
Ok.
Chapter 8.
Blue cheese.
“Don’t think just because you got your cheese to the curing room that the hard work is over. It’s not, you can still make a poxy whores melt of it. Imagine what would happen if even a single blue mould spore got into the Gold room? Total disaster even at that late stage in the proceedings. Blue mould in the right place is a gift from god but in the wrong place it spreads like cancer. “
Cmon. Priceless prose.
First.
Poxy whores melt?
Dickens only dreamed of writing this about old England let alone blue cheese.
In fact. I vaguely remember a line like this in Oliver (or porgy and bess) neither of which is Dickens … but has to count for something.
Second.
And flipping from a ‘gift from god’ to ‘cancer’ is hyperbole at its best (or worst).
Too much good stuff.
And whoda thunk it would be about canadian cheese? (not me)
So.
Having written about cheese, elite cheesmongers, cheese rind … I thought I would end on the challenges cheese creates for leadership:
“How can you govern a country with two hundred and forty six varieties of cheese?” – Charles De Gaulle
Who would have thought cheese, from anywhere, could create so much discussion & thought.
let’s hit the ice
Apr 11th
While most people will believe I have decided to write about ice hockey because the NHL playoffs are kicking off tonight … they would actually be wrong <although I will get to it>.
Turkmenistan has just announced it will create a hockey league.
Ice hockey may seem odd for a desert nation (temperatures can reach 50 degrees Celsius/120 degrees Fahrenheit) but, hey, America has hockey in glacial Phoenix and Tampa bay … so what the heck.
Yup.
This week Turkmenistan’s President Gurbanguli Berdymukhamedov has ordered the country, and the state departments themselves, to create a hockey league.
The best news? National newspaper ‘Neutral Turkmenistan’ reported that the police are already busy setting up their own team (note: if you are betting I would bet on them … oh … unless the military creates a team).
Alright. The NHL playoffs.
Let’s be clear.
Ice hockey has a challenge.
No one watches it. Ok. Not really ‘no one’ <note: an example of hyperbole to make a point> … but surely not a lot of someones.
Let me move to Exhibit 1.
So.
I admit. Every time I see ice skating listed on TV schedule I wonder who the hell watches.
And who the hell at a network would schedule ice skating opposite a Heat – Bulls game (I say this as a follow up to the ‘who the hell watches ice skating’ earlier comment).
Well.
Interestingly one Sunday happened to be a “skating Sunday” and there was a Heat vs. Bulls game opposite.
Now.
While nothing had the same rating as the NBA game there were a variety of skating options on that day.
Option 1 – NHL all-Star game.
Option 2 – US Figure skating championships.
Option 3 <one network showing a wry sense of humor> … the movie Blades of Glory airing opposite the Figure Skating Championships.
Here is the nutty thing (the actual Exhibit 1 portion).
Option 1. NHL all star game gets a 1 household TV viewer rating.
Option 3. Blades of Glory gets a 1.7 household TV viewer rating.
Option 2. Figure Skating Championships gets a whopping 2.2 household TV viewer rating (2.7 in the second hour).
Yeah.
Not only did figure skating give the NHL an uppercut KO shot but frickin’ Blades of Glory gave it a good ole fashion whuppin’.
<note: once I found this out I immediately sent a sarcastic email to a buddy of mine who lives in Maine and is a die hard NHL fan only to get a ‘kiss my ass’ email in return>.
Ok.
Let me move on to Exhibit 2.
Because it isn’t like we haven’t had the opportunity to watch the NHL.
The NHL and NBC recently signed a 10-year television agreement which meant that aside from pre- and post-game shows, between NBC and Versus/NBC Sports Network, over 100 regular season games were shown. And beginning with these playoffs, every single matchup will be broadcast on the NBC family of networks and NHL Network. There’s not much more an ice hockey fan could ask for.
So, what’s my point in Exhibit 2?
See Exhibit 1.
Ok.
Because I am a solution sort of guy I thought maybe I could identify the issue.
Thanks to one of the best blogs in the entire universe, if not galaxy, http://50topmodels.wordpress.com/
<a blog that explores the great world of visualized thinking> I discovered a visualization for the issue that ice hockey has in the world of ‘capturing our attention.’
As they say: Due to a complex formula not all sports that are fun to play are equally fun to watch. Even the most hard-core free diver would never indulge in a, say, four hour live broadcast of his sport. Meanwhile, it can highly rewarding to watch The Strongest Man in The World Competition, even if the idea of carrying a truck tire is not very appealing. Interestingly enough is soccer, arguably the most popular sport of the world, fun to play, but boring to watch.
We racked our brains to come up with something that is, somewhat, easy to master and fun to watch: sex and dodge ball. Sometimes dancing and boxing, too.
(it is their image above)
Look.
I like ice hockey. For god’s sake I learned to skate on ice hockey skates (which, by the way, meant that any time someone wanted me to skate on figure skates I would end up catching that idiotic perforated edge on figure skates on the ice and do an immediate face plant). And I enjoyed ice hockey enough to play club hockey until someone who really didn’t know how to skate thought throwing his stick along the ice to stop you from getting too far ahead was the best way of stopping you.
Ice hockey is so cool <pun intended> that it doesn’t have a beginning date and it wasn’t even called ‘ice hockey’ when it began.
Ice Hockey was not invented nor did it start on a certain day of a particular year. It originated circa 1800 with students at Canada’s first college, King’s College, when they adapted the exciting field game called ‘Hurley’ to the ice of their favorite skating pond. The Blue Devils (that is their current mascot … no clue what it was then) created Ice Hurley which gradually developed into Ice Hockey.
<note: I am pleased someone was smart enough to change its name>
Anyway.
I will give you three reasons why you should watch the NHL playoffs:
1. No one is safe in the first round.
Since the NHL went to the 1-8 conference format a No. 8 seed had upset a No. 1 nine times. That’s nine times out 36 series. That’s a decent amount of upsets for what should be an “easier” matchup for the top seeds.
This year? The 1 seed Rangers face an 8 seed Ottawa team but they went 1-3 against Ottawa in the regular season.
2. Pennsylvanians outside of Happy Valley hate each other when it comes to ice hockey (and politics … but that is a different post).
The Penguins play the Flyers in round 1. And no one needs to be reminded of the hate between these two teams that’s existed for decades. Just in recent history, this will be the third meeting in the last six postseasons between the two. On paper, this matchup is expected to be highly physical and close. Not on paper but on the ice they will probably kill each other.
3. You can practice phonetics.
Nowhere will you find more names with a mixture of little used letters. Ovechkin. Yevgeni. Artyom Voronin. Rafalski. Konasew. Wisniewski. Czerkowski. Pekka Rinne. Pavel Datsyuk.
(I am fairly sure I didn’t make any of those up)
Ok.
Some real stuff about the Stanley Cup playoffs.
<insert blank space here>
Well.
If I knew about the NHL more than the fact Bobby Orr used to play and was on the front cover of Sports Illustrated <that’s how I know> when I was a kid and when I read SI from front to back religiously (no matter what was on the cover) I probably could have written something in that blank space.
But I don’t.
So I included this link in case you want to really know about the ice hockey playoffs. http://rkullman.blogspot.com/2012/04/stanley-cup-and-cheesecake-2012.html
Also.
Just in case you need some name to throw around the water cooler at work.
Players to watch: http://msn.foxsports.com/nhl/lists/nhl-players-to-watch-in-playoffs-040512#photo-title=Brian+Campbell%252C+Florida+Panthers&photo=30869714
Oh.
As a bonus.
Some hockey smiles (kind of makes you wonder what mothers think when they send their kids out onto the rink): http://network.yardbarker.com/nhl/article_external/backyard/a_look_at_hockey_smiles/10525517?refmod=backyard
There you go.
Let’s hit the ice because I seriously doubt more than a dozen people (outside of Canada and some foreign country where a player is from … Iceland, Lapland, North Pole, Finland, etc.) will actually watch.
Plus. Ice hockey may be the most literal definition of enlightened conflict.
enlightened march madness
Mar 13th
College basketball march madness is maybe the best sports event in america … probably because it is not just one big game … it is three weeks of constant gnashing of teeth and discussion and good basketball games and, well, madness.
The sports gurus go nuts this time of the year breaking down every possible aspect <and even aspects the normal mind wouldn’t consider> of the teams in march madness.
But. I would remind everyone it is called madness for a reason.
Sports gurus have won championships, most likely played the game at some respectable level, get paid to analyze and talk about it nonstop, maybe even have coached a game or two and most definitely even watch the games … but … predicting the future?
Gee. I don’t think even they can do that (hence the inevitable … “on any given day any team can beat another” caveat).
So.
I will enlighten everyone on this years madness (just doing my part to help out).
Oh. Here are my credentials. I scored over 30 points in one game <an intramural game>. I threw a no look pass once that broke the nose of someone standing on the grass off the court. I have been dunked on <by a 5’ 10” kid named Hightower of all names>. My undergraduate school is on basketball probation until Mars is colonized. My graduate school team has more PhD candidates than wins this year.
Read on at your own peril.
So. My way to predict the March Madness. Study all the teams ad nausea. Drink until I am nauseous. Spend hours watching ESPN consulting with all the experts on RPIs (although I thought for years that was Rensalear Polytechnic Institute and we were talking about their ice hockey team), chart who is hot at the end of the year and who was crumbling like a bluff in California during an earthquake … and then look for the Cinderella slipper (which sounds kinda creepy).
Then. After spending hours going over data and filling out multiple sheets … well … I throw those away. It’s a crap shoot. Ask someone who has never watched college basketball and have them pick by school colors or mascots (which mascot could beat up the other one is always an awesome criteria) and you are more likely to pick a definite winner <please don’t sue me if you use this method>.
Anyway. Speaking of mascots.
Mascot newcomers test:
- welcoming in the South Dakota State jackrabbits (are there Jillrabbits too?), little do you know but this is really the North Dakota Fighting Sioux but the NCAA has banned them until they change their Indian-diminishing ‘fighting Sioux’ name so they are playing as south Dakotans (will anyone be able to tell the difference?)
The others of note …
- Norfolk State Spartans (I am unclear between the association between Norfolk & Spartans but lets go for it)
- Belmont Bruins (I would like to remind everyone <maybe you lost that particular National Geographic> that a bruin is a bear … a Eurasian Brown Bear as a matter of fact)
- Lamar Cardinals (I just added them because I had no clue they were the cardinals)
- Vermont Catamounts (boy … we got screwed by UVM getting in … if they hadn’t we could have had Great Danes <Albany> or SeaWolves <not to be confused with SeaHorses> or Terriers or Retrievers … now that, my friends, is a conference of mascots)
- UNC Asheville Bulldogs (not to be confused with their conference mate the Runnin’ Bulldogs of Gardner Webb … hey … does this mean Asheville doesn’t run and … well … geez … my head hurts … ok, and maybe next year the Blue Hose <stop laughing> of Presbyterian gets in)
- Long Island Blackbirds (in honor of the Hunger Games version of March Madness I believe they should wear their MockingJay jerseys)
- Lehigh Mountain Hawks (not to be confused by the Valley Hawks or Rolling Hill Hawks or … well … whatever)
Bracketbuster (1): P(d)uke
Duke has an equal chance of being a final four team as they do getting knocked out in the first round. I cannot think of another team in this year’s tournament who could go from out house to big house (or vice versa) quicker. Your entire bracket could be bear or bust based on this choice.
Me? Pick ‘em to lose early this year.
Bracketbuster (2): Connecticut
Which UConn team will show up this week (and next)? Aw. Who cares. All they need to do is show up for the Kentucky game then it is clear sailing.
Here is what I do know … here is the 3/13 early morning Iditarod update – Ramey Smyth surges and now third into White Mountain We are now in early AM reporting, after noting that Aliy Zirkle is now in at 1:25 AM. Her lead dogs Pocito and Dingle, impressively alert and crowd favorites, followed Aliy’s every move …
I think the lead Huskies, Pocito & Dingle, will be done with Iditarod and well rested and show up on Calhoun’s bench in time.
So. Me? Pick the Huskies to go deep this year. Calhoun is packin’ it up soon and his kids will know that so may actually pay attention for an entire game (plus Dingle will probably drool on the floor during the Kentucky game and someone will slip at a key moment).
Number ones go down
Watch me go down in flames so fast even Harry Potter’s phoenix couldn’t rise back up … but this is my crazy pick.
No number ones in the final 4.
Seems like a no brainer when you see my reasons why.
1. The Mayan Calendar.
2. Ohio State, Missouri and Kansas are all 2’s (hence I put them as number 2) and the final is on April 2nd.
3. Ponce De Leon founded Florida on April 2nd in 1513. (huh? … sorry … that is my enlightened factoid of the post)
4. The 1’s lose because:
- Kentucky … hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm … despite being the most talented team … yes, I do believe a zone based more mature team can beat them, no, I don’t think this young a team will be able to weather a “one time crunch game” which inevitably March Madness comes down to and, yes, I think Calipari is a crappy big game coach.
- UNC loses because I think Kansas is a better team.
- Michigan State loses because I am not even sure they get to Missouri but if they do they will run the Spartans up & down the court so much even the 300 couldn’t keep up.
- Syracuse is Syracuse. (note: I wrote this before I knew Melo was ineligible)
5. Obi Wan Kenobi (alec Guinness) was born on April 2nd and I feel the force within me telling me it is so.
The choice between State or no State
I will state for the record right here and now when in doubt avoid the States.
Ok. What do I mean?
This year we have New Mexico & State. North Carolina & State. Michigan & State. Colorado & State. Florida & State. South Dakota State (I am just pleased to find out they are still a state). Virginia & State (Norfolk State … ok … that one throws me).
Hey. As I type this I have now figured out why we don’t let Canada in the NCAA. They have provinces (this is a freebie idea for Canada: create Newfoundland State University and University of Newfoundland <my luck … there probably is> and I bet you can get into the NCAA).
Sorry. I digress.
Frankly I cannot usually tell you the difference between state and non state schools. In my pea like brain I figure if you have to put State in the actual name of your school to tell people it actually resides in a state, let alone that state, you must have lower IQs (c’mon … I just shouldn’t have to tell people it’s a state).
Regardless.
Take the non states. Seems smarter.
Sense of irony (or sense of humor)
Every year the NCAA does something that makes me think there is a lot of alcohol involved when designing the brackets and a couple of “wait ‘til everybody gets a load of this” type guffaws.
Vanderbilt – Harvard. Brilliant (pun intended). Already being called the SAT bowl.
Possibility of Huggins versus ex-Huggins (West Virginia/Cincinnati). Drinks will be free that game.
Possibility of a Kentucky-UConn/Indiana/Duke matchup … all in one bracket. Maybe Barbra Streisand will be invited to sing Memories before each game. oh. Is she still alive?
The women of march madness:
Let us not forget that this is college. And young women go to all these colleges. And there is a lot of drinking done on college campuses (except at BYU of course) so while there will be a bunch of screaming & yelling & cheering there will also be a bunch of guys oogling the women of schools we don’t typically have the honor of oogling.
With that here is the Yardbarker coed review (or babes of the bottom bracket as they call it).
This is my gratuitous creepy guy inappropriate male Neanderthal section.
Ok.
All that said. Here are my enlightened final four picks with a twist. I have who I think will win it and then I also list the team who I want to put in there but just don’t have the kahones to do it.
South: No. 9 Connecticut (sleeper: hmmmmmmmmmm … that is a sleeper)
West: No. 2 Missouri (sleeper: New Mexico … although I was tempted by Marquette)
East: No. 2 Ohio State (sleeper: West Virginia. Huggins may be an asshole but he is an asshole who knows how to coach … and they get a good start in Pittsburgh <which is west West Virginia)
Midwest: No. 2 Kansas (sleeper: none … this bracket looks horrible outside of Kansas and UNC)
And after going that far I just cannot pick a winner.
Well.
At least right now. Maybe I will after I get to see some games and see how badly I am doing.
Whew.
I am sure all the incredible insight and factoids have enlightened you, but in the end it still comes down to the voices in your head (just the ones talking about basketball this time … ignore the others).
Think about this.
Taking four No. 1 seeds to advance to the Final Four is the prudent and responsible thing to do … and it probably won’t have you win the pool.
And it isn’t fun. And, seriously, who really wants to be prudent and responsible? (freudian slip on my part)
I can almost guarantee you <history is actually on my side on this one> that not all 4 number ones will get there … albeit history is certainly not on the side of my enlightened picks.
Aw. WTF. Pick what you want.

























