I know that I'm not the poem guy around here, but I couldn't resist.
Twas the day before Madness, and all through the land,
Not a Hoop-head was thinking about their work at hand.
The brackets were filled and picked with great care,
In hopes that at "One Shining Moment" their team is still there.
Our Hoop-heads were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of buzzer-beaters danced in their heads.
With Zips in his jersey and I in my lucky socks,
Pondering upsets...should I pick the Mocs?
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature scooter, and eight Hooters servers.
With a little old driver, so exuberant and funny,
I knew in a moment it must be Dickie V.
Diaper-Dandies and P-T P'ers, he claim,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Buddy! Now Valentine! Now Poeltl and Dunn!
On, Ulis! On, Niang! On Arcidiacono and Brogdon!
Good luck to the Roadrunners! Good luck Lumberjacks!
Good luck to the Shockers the Gaels and the Ducks!"
His eyes-how they twinkled, he loves hoops to his core,
"Here are my up picks for this year's Final Four."
Rock Chalk Jayhawk was the first team he would choose,
"There's a shock, you always pick chalk!" I did muse.
But he wasn't quite done he had three to release,
"I'll take Oklahoma in the West and Kentucky from the East."
"Finally, Michigan State is a lock, to Houston they will go."
Hard to pick against them with Coach Izzo.
Then he sprang to his Scooter, and he was gone rather quick,
Leaving me thinking about my own Final Four picks.
But I heard him exlaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy NCAA Tourney to all and to all a good-night!"
Just 24 hours from four days of hoops! This is better than Christmas Eve.