Sheet of Integrity

I've entered my bracket picks five times this year, maybe the most I've ever done (I'm not that much of an addict). But in the past, I've always tried to take five different approaches to my selections. With one bracket, I'd follow my gut. With another, I'd predict what I reasoned would happen. And with yet another, I'd make the picks I wanted to happen. I remember even doing a Costanza: take whatever impulse I had and do the exact opposite.

But this year, I'm borrowing a term from Mike & Mike in the Morning and filling out my Sheet of Integrity. I have five brackets in five different competitions, all with the same picks. The same upsets. The same Final Four. The same fate for every one of my predictions. I'm putting all my eggs into one bracket.

I will lose embarrassingly in every league I'm in (except maybe the failed resurrection of my old co-worker league that at last check had five entrants, one of whom is my five-year-old son . . . I have my fingers crossed on that one). I'll try to find my one shred of redemption in knowing that I took a stand. I'm me. I'm not proud of it, but I'm at peace with it.