Her Chevrolet Broke Down, We Prayed It'd Never Be Fixed or Be Found

Somehow I have made it thought the first day of the NCAA Tournament with a perfect bracket. I'm sure that by writing this I have accomplished the literary equivalent of talking to a pitcher during the late innings of a no-hitter, but I'm doing it anyway. How often do you get to field calls from your friends that begin with the phrase, "You're a bracket god." Little "g" there folks. I don't want to face eternal damnation just for bragging rights.

Just in case you were wondering what I might do if I win the $25,000 that Facebook is giving to the person with the most correct picks, it has already been pledged towards funding Lance Agan's bachelor party. That does not necessarily mean that said bachelor party will be one of ill repute, but the possibility would exist.