Life with Dubowsky Bracketology
It’s a family bracket. 10 of us, the majority being less than 4 feet tall. But it’s for fun – I mean, check out some of the picks from Version 2.0 (no offense to anyone in this Final Four…or Elite Eight or Sweet Sixteen, for that matter, haha):
I am convinced, that when I asked Version 1.0 to help 2.0 fill out his brackets because I had to walk the dog, that she encouraged this nonsense. I mean, it is a competition (so can I blame her?), but at least make it a little more believable? C’mon, 1.0!
Speaking of V1.0, her pick of UNC winning it all is a pretty good one (well, better than FDU, for goodness sake). But I had to laugh at the following exchange last night:
- (Me, on the phone with Grandma): “Grandma, Version 1.0 picked UNC to win it all!”
- (V1.0, in the background and very combative): “No I didn’t – I picked North Carolina!”
Maybe she didn’t sabotage her little brother? Hmm.
Here’s What’s At Stake
This is a competition and all, so here’s what’s at stake:
The brother and I swoon over this piece of art, that once hung in our grandparent’s house over their (fake?) mantel. Nostalgia? Perhaps. Confusion? More likely.
I mean, there are so many more questions than answers in this picture:
- Are the stag and dog playing or fighting?
- Is that blood or saliva (#rabidstag) dripping from the stag’s mouth?
- Why is there so much grass growing in the water…or are they even in water?
- Is the stag wearing an infinity scarf or is that some sort of hairy-neck/beard gone wrong?
- The sky…so Ten Commandments-esque…
- Is that real gold on the frame?
- Who was the artist and why aren’t they a household name?
As it stands now, to avoid conflict, the Stag vs. Dog picture is supposed to split time between the brother and myself. 6-months with him; 6-months with me. But this March Madness may gain someone an extra month. So 7-months out of the year with that beauty. No wonder we’re all in a frenzy to get our brackets in…the stakes are high.
Let the Madness begin!
PS – my money is on Grandma as the sleeper in all of this, who is, incidentally, one of the few in our group who is over 4 ft tall in case anyone was wondering.