The Poor Scholars NCAA Tournament Buckets Pool is over and we have our winner. A breakdown of the final scoring.
And then there were two.
From the field of 68 they have come, outpacing the rest of the field after achieving the near impossible; getting a group of college athletes to play at a consistently high level for two weeks straight.
They are Louisville, the number one overall seed and consensus favorite, and Michigan, a team that could have challenged for the same role had they played the same way in December and January as they have in March. As national championships go, this one seems to have a surprisingly high level of balance in a year that has been characterized by inconsistency. I’m not here to call a winner — frankly I have no ties to either program this season, financial or otherwise.
Face it, your NCAA Tournament bracket is shot and you have no chance at winning your pool. Well, at Poor Scholars, our own Danny Hazan gets into a pool where individual player scoring is the only thing that matters. While Danny and his group go hardcore and go throughout the tournament, Poor Scholars is going going through the Sweet 16: Whichever team gets the most points wins. If your player keeps playing, you keep getting points. Over four rounds and eight players, here’s what transpired. And, yes, Sherwood Brown gets taken.
This year, yes, this year, 2013, would be MY year.
2011 was supposed to be my year, once upon a time. But then Louisville lost in the Round of 64 instead of the Final Four and all of my other Elite Eight teams were heartbreakingly slaughtered to rest before they could complete their circuit through my bracket.
2012 was the year that I came in knowledgeable; I studied, read and projected my way through the entire month of February with a fervor. I knew that I had to adapt and learn from previous mistakes; I made sure that Louisville got bounced early and selected teams like Missouri to make their way to the final games with good guard play and positive momentum. Once again I was pommeled in the early rounds. I probably still owe Anthony Davis and the rest of last year’s Kentucky team a muffin basket, they were the only reason that I finished in the top half of my pool.
BY ALEX RUSSELL
I’m hardly a “bro” in even the loosest sense of the word. I got a haircut today and my response of “none” to “what product do you use” was met with stunned silence. I say “And-1 Mix Tape” sometimes, but I’m pretty sure that might be the name of a guy in A Tribe Called Quest. I never say “epic.”
But I love Las Vegas, despite my lack of traditional bro qualities. (Brolities? Brahtributes? Broclivities?) It’s a fun town for a lot of the reasons some people hate it: the food ranges from amazing to disgusting, you can either drink at a fancy place or at Bill’s Gamblin’ Hall, and you can do anything you want to do within reason.