How's Your Bracket?

C'mon admit it, unless you're a brain surgeon, work stinks right now and you could care less about being productive. Pride is on the line as you follow your bracket picks on the tube. Maybe the pool is up to 100 bucks, 500 bucks, or 1,000 even. It's not about the money (not entirely), nothing better than winning it all and bragging that you saw it all coming a mile away. Never mind the fact that the NCAA Basketball Tournament is the biggest crapshoot in the world (you don't have to admit that of course).
My bracket is doing ok, but the dream of perfection, and that's all it ever was, has gone bye-bye. Send us your e-mails next week and tell us how you marched to victory, or, came in last place right behind the receptionist who filled one out for fun and still beat you. Hey, it's all in fun right? Now get back to work.