Strange occurrence. I picked all 16 first round matchups correctly yesterday. Yep, Yale and Little Rock, too. It won’t last, and it doesn’t matter, since I entered no contests. But it’s my biggest brush with success since a guy named John Robinson won the billion-dollar Powerball a few weeeks ago. As our sloop muttered when we turned away from Havana Harbor, “Close, but no cigar.”
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