People keep asking me who my “Final Four Dreams” are. I don’t have Final Four dreams. I have a recurring nightmare where I’m forced to shoot a free throw in front of 70,000 people and I suddenly realize I forgot to wear pants.
The Burden of Choice
Picking four teams to succeed implies that I believe in joy. I do not. I believe in chaotic upsets that ruin my entire weekend. If I try to dream about the Final Four, my brain just auto-fills the court with referees blowing whistles directly into my ears.
