Today, as spring break unofficially begins,the majority of Cornellians will find themselves in a common situation. As I drive home, with the thought of prelims, essays and Ithaca clouds out of my mind, I will look forward to a week of relaxing, catching up with family and wishing I had the cash to join some friends on a tropical island vacation. In consolation, I will spend the first night of break watching the Cornell men’s basketball team take on Temple, praying my dad was able to successfully operate our TiVo. When I kick back and crack open a lovely beer that is not a Keystone, however, I will realize that there are a select few Cornell students with whom I likely will never be able to empathize. No matter how many times my brother reminds me, it’s still hard to believe that those guys on national television are some of the same guys who sit with me in lecture.

Realizing my weekly radio show, “The Sports Bonanza” was coming up Wednesday afternoon, I knew I had a responsibility, nay, a radio journalistic integrity to honor the pressure and demands of my listeners. My mother (comment: “I wish you would cut down on the potty humor, then I could tell your aunt and uncle”), occasionally my ex-girlfriend (comment: “It was fine”) and a couple of my drunken fraternity brothers (who once called in to ask if we knew a store that wouldn’t card if they tried to buy beer). Still, for my own sanity and the fact that my current my get-rich-quick idea (the pyramid scheme I was working on recently fell through) is to enter as many five dollar pools figuring I’ll win one, I had to fill out my bracket Wednesday night after returning home from putting out the Spring sports supplement. Here’s a play-by-play of my thoughts while filling out the bracket.