Every March, work productivity in America plummets. Middle-aged men stop working on their spreadsheets and weekly reports and tune in to watch a bunch of 18-year-olds bounce a ball. To add to the excitement, they’ll fill out a piece of paper with their predictions for which group of teenagers is the best. In the end, one lucky person will win a couple hundred dollars which will be spent at Buffalo Wild Wings. Thus concludes the season of March Madness.
This year, I propose a new tournament. Instead of college basketball teams, selections will be made based on my favorite things. Let Steve Madness begin.