None of us really did all that hot in the First Annual ISIFOTBOYSTTD. Nobody predicted the correct tournament winner, although most of us did manage to pick at least half of the Final Four teams accurately. As a group, we were below average, with all but one of us scoring below the 50th percentile of "Tournament Pick 'Em" users. Me, I didn't even watch any of the games except for the one UNC lost to Georgetown.
Here's our final standings, if you're curious:
- Minty (98 points, 43 correct picks*)
- Jerry (97 points, 47 correct picks)
- Stew (82 points, 43 correct picks)
- Phil (81 points, 39 correct picks)
- Elrond (70 points, 38 correct picks)
- Marianne (43 points, 33 correct picks)
- Fikri (24 points, 21 correct picks)
* Correct picks in later games are worth more points.
Well done, Ms. Von Minterson! And honorable mention to Fikri, if it's true that he made all of his picks by flipping a coin. That's 63 coin flips. Not since George Raft have I heard of so much coin flipping.
And you know what? We're all winners, just for trying!
Changing the subject: Last week, I purchased a copy of Wired magazine for the first time in years, just because Jenna Fischer got "naked" on the cover. I'm neither overly ashamed nor overly proud of this behavior. I barely even know who Ms. Fischer is; I've never seen her show on the teevee. But I gather that she is like catnip to awkward nerd boys like me nationwide. I guess she's sort of our generation's Bailey Quarters, who I don't have to tell you was way hotter than Jennifer Marlowe. So, well played, Wired. In the future, I plan to only buy magazines with naked famous people on the cover. Looking forward to the Steve Wozniak issue of Mac Addict.
(I put "naked" in scare quotes because: a) she's covering up her goodies with a big ol' sign, and b) it could very well have just been her head on top of a CGI body, although I guess I have no reason to doubt Wired's claims to the contrary. And yes, I've seen the picture of her in Jane with her ass sticking out. I don't remember how I found it; I wouldn't expect anyone to believe me if I said I wasn't specifically looking for it, but I honestly don't remember the circumstances. I ain't gonna lie and say I don't enjoy looking at the pretty ladies, but I do hope to not come off as a total perv.)
Hmm. An entire post devoted to sports and naked ladies. Just indulging the id for a while, I guess, which I usually keep buried under thick, goopy layers of superego, like a tasty lasagna made of shame, repression and fear.