'Twas the Day Before Tip-Off'
Doesn't everyone get as excited for the tournament as they do for Christmas
Twas the night before tip-off, and all through the land,
The brackets were filled, each pick carefully planned.
The jerseys were folded, the sneakers lined neat,
In hopes that their teams would not face defeat.
The fans were restless, their minds in a spin,
Recalling the moments where legends begin.
Laettner’s last second shot, a turnaround dream,
The Phi Slama Jama, the ultimate team.
When on my phone, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the TV, I flew like a flash,
Flipped through the channels-just previews and stats.
The analysts sat with their brackets in hand,
Debating the seedings, the matchup, and brands.
Would Flagg be Healthy? Can Auburn come through?
What 15 or 16 seeds will move to round 2?
From Jimmy V’s Run to Kemba’s insane streak,
This month makes heroes in just under three weeks.
Will Flagg, Brome, and Dickinson still ball,
Or will some unknown player show up them all.
And then in a moment, old highlights appeared,
Jalen Suggs dramatic shot, followed by a crowd full of cheers.
Webber’s bad timeout, a moment so bad
And Bryce Drew's dive and hugging with his Dad.
I marked up my bracket saying this will be fun,
Thinking to myself “Hope my picks get through round 1”.
When the whistle is blown and the madness begins,
I'm hoping for a perfect bracket when all my picks win.
As i sit back with eyes locked on the show
A deep voice inside whispers, “Let’s F’n Go”.