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March Madness...literally

I am a coach's daughter. I've been to more basketball games than I can count, and I've watched more games on TV than the normal college freshman girl. I know all the rules to the game, and I went to my dad's basketball camps growing up. I even got "Best Passer" one year. Yep, that's right. Best Passer. Not exactly "Camper of the Week," but it'll do.

Yes, I'm only 5 foot 2. No, I can't play basketball. But yes, I did make a bracket for March Madness. And yes my bracket is completely falling apart. Mizzou and Duke BOTH lost! What is this? I'm telling you, the craziness has just beginning. There's a reason why they call the NCAA tournament "March Madness."

My family always creates a tournament bracket group. My mom, dad, brother, sister, aunt, uncle, and two of my cousins make a bracket and joined the group. Some members of the family make multiple brackets. So anyway, we're competing now to see who gets the most "points" and wins the family challenge. The points are based on who wins what games. You get points for each game that you predict correctly. I'm tied for 6th among my family. My aunt, uncle, and mom are tied for first. Unfortunately, I don't think I'm going to be winning the family bracket this year.

Enjoy the madness, everyone!


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