The Ol' N-C-Double-A Seven for Eight

I said that post title to myself.

Say it to your yourself.

It rolls off the tongue.

With 8 games played in the tournament (which they did while I slept this afternoon, of all the rude things that could be done), I got seven predictions right on my bracket, missing only the Southern Illinois upset that I'd called. Alabama won. Stupid, Stupid Alabama. 65-64.

My bracket isn't usually destroyed until Saturday or Sunday, when I usually lose one of my final four team.