This is my bracket...there are many like it, but this one is mine.
My bracket is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My bracket, without me, is useless. Without my bracket, I am useless. I must pick my bracket true. I must pick better than my enemy who is trying to beat me in the office pool. I must outpick him before he outpicks me. I will...
My bracket and myself know that what counts in this tournaments is not the picks we make, the noise of our brackets crumbling, or the screams we make. We know that it is the wins that count. We will win...
My bracket is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its trends and its empirical historical evidence. I will keep my bracket clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God, I swear this creed. My bracket and myself are the defenders of March Madness. We are the masters of the 5-12 upset. We are the saviors of inter-office gambling.
So be it, until victory is ours and there is no enemy, but peace, and the office pool purse!