Of Course I was Wrong...

As the West Virginia game against Duke was approaching the painful end for everyone who doesn't go to the school in Durham, I realized that my bracket will officially go up in flames. What's worse is that I knew that once the final buzzer sounds my mom will have a better bracket than I do, and that's plain embarrassing. Then the game ended, and my mother promptly called me to make fun of me. Being the good son and great sport that I am, I hung up on her right away. I couldn't help but bare the thought that not only did I lose to my mom, who's main source of college sports knowledge comes from Regis Philbin, but that Duke has a chance to win its 4th National Championship. It is well documented how no one likes Duke because of they feel like they are entitled to everything, even though they have a worse history than rival North Carolina. Could you imagine if they actually won the whole thing and were the defending champs? Preppy kids with popped collars of pastel colored polos will rejoice in what may be the most white-washed celebration in college basketball history since Kentucky's racist teams won in the 1950's.
Speaking of white-washed events, this Monday's final as my friend pointed out to me, would be the most vanilla final in recent history. Duke usually plays 3-4 white guys on the court at all times. Butler does its best to counter with playing around 2-3 white guys, depending on Matt Howard's foul situation. The only way it could get whiter is if Stanford or any Ivey League school was facing off against Duke. No matter how diverse (or not) the game in Indy will be, one thing is for sure. It'll be the world against Duke, and everyone knows that as its probably been reiterated on every sports media outlet. As much as I would love to see Coach K and his band of whitiest come out on the losing end, I think that they are too experienced and talented to crumble under the ferocious Bulldog defense. Then again, let's hope that I am wrong again, just one last time.