I pick a wine out based upon its name.
Its label—be it witty, clever, smart—
Will influence my purchase. It’s the same
With basketball for me. My picks to start
In this mad March are based not on the stats
But rather on the mascots, logos, hues
Of jerseys—and the far-flung family that’s
Residing in a state. I take my cues
Not from the networks or the experts, so
I’m somewhat of a novice, and it’s cool
To see my bracket still alive. I know
That I’m a longshot in the family pool.
But 14 of my teams are moving on!
Today I’m gleeful as a leprechaun.