Once a year in the middle of March there is an event so great, so grand, so magnificent, that it forces my entire family to go against everything we know is right and true. What grand event could do such a thing to my family? You might be asking yourself… Is it spring break in Dayton? Is it green beer at MacCools for St. Patricks Day? Is it that half price carton of cigs at the local 7-11?
Nope. None of the above.
It is March Madness.
And it’s called gambling.
And, we do it well.
Last night we held our annual Selection Monday (coined from the term: Selection Sunday). Penel cooked food, Kim brought his highlighters, newspaper and spreadsheet, and the sinning began. Just think of it as Family Home Evening. As long as you sin with your family, is it ok? Answer: YES.
Selection Monday is a complicated system that requires strategic thinking, knowledge of college basketball and luck. Ok, actually. All it takes is luck. Proof of that fact: my mother has won our pool two years in a row.
Now, our teams are chosen. Our bets are laid. Our family is divided. Let the games begin.