RedEye contributor Rob Cressy feels a lot like Tony Montana when March Madness… (Handout photo )
You know that scene in "Scarface" where Tony Montana puts his entire face in a giant mound of blow? That's how I feel about March Madness.
Thankfully the NCAA tournament isn't an illegal drug and I can consume as much of it as possible. It is like a legal trip that all of America fully embraces.
You feel the highest of highs when the No. 13-seed Cinderella you picked beats a No. 4-seed at the buzzer, and the lowest of lows when your Final Four No. 2-seed loses to a school you didn't even know existed (I'm looking at you, 2012 Duke squad).
After the selections are released Sunday night, I do nothing for the next four days but think about the brackets. It's like I'm John Nash from "A Beautiful Mind," creating endless scenarios in search of the perfect bracket.
I follow that up by watching four days of nonstop college basketball action at bars without any contact with family members or regards for my general well-being.
The only effect of OD'ing on the NCAA tournament probably is a wicked hangover, which can be cured by a trip to Chicago Bagel Authority, some Advil and a red Gatorade.
Like the build-up to the series finale of "The Sopranos," the anticipation for what could go down in the tournament often is more exciting than what actually happens. However, it doesn't look like that will be the case this year.
This season has been as erratic as a 12-year-old driving a DeLorean, and no team has emerged as the clear-cut favorite. The No. 1 seeds look as questionable as gas station sushi, and that means that this has the potential to be the greatest tournament ever.
I believe we will see the first No. 16-seed beat a No. 1-seed and when that happens, expect the Internet to break. That would be March Madness at its finest, and for a junkie like me, it wouldn't get any better than that!
Rob Cressy is a RedEye special contributor. @robcressy
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