I don't particularly enjoy watching sports. I find there to be much more beneficial methods of wasting one's time. I hold that the majority of life's participation is meaningless, but that certain things are slightly more useful than others. Sports were significantly more invigorating in high school because I played them, and spent time with people who watched them. My current sports-stats are actually 5 years out-dated -- because Reggie Bush no longer plays for the Saints, and has probably been traded multiple times, or maybe even retired and committed a felony since I last cared about his whereabouts. I have little care in the world for watching organized sports, although I really enjoy playing them. Returning to my 'wasting time' comment, I feel that watching something other than sports provides a much better return of value, personally. I feel the same way about video games. They could be pure enjoyment, but no return on investment. I certainly waste a large amount of my time, but recently I've been pushed to make sure I'm always spending my time doing useful things.
I lose my logical consistency when March Madness comes around.
For those even less educated than myself, March Madness is the term coined to celebrate the chaos of the NCAA mens basketball tournament every year. 64 teams in a bracket all competing for the title. This has always enticed me, even in the past couple of years where I've been absent from sports, and present on Netflix. There's something peculiar about my desire to fill out a bracket with absolutely zero knowledge of the team's prior season. I think it's because each team is ranked. My mom instilled the value in me that one can have zero interest in sports for the entire year, and yet throw parties, eat copious amounts of food, and be driven to a near vegetative state because of the overwhelming amount of basketball that can be watched in a 2 week period. I have no plausible guess as to which team will *most likely* be better, but I'm guessing such an idea is true for everyone. You must have quite the amount of sports knowledge to actually claim to know the outcome of many games in the NCAA. Unless you think Duke ever has a chance, then you're definitely wrong.
At this point, my bracket resides in the lowest level of hell next to the majority of others who prophesied Michigan State to make it farther than the first round. I had them winning the entire shabang. I'm not even upset, but I believe March Madness gives the average uneducated sports-fan the ability to place stock, and hold an allegiance with a given team. It's more than I have the 'authority' to do with other sports. Here are a couple guidelines I use, personally, to choose my teams. They don't actually hold any merit, but when any outcome is possible, it doesn't really matter how you pick your teams.
1.) Choose an Ivy league team to win. They are generally underdogs, but they are vastly more intelligent underdogs. This year's was Yale. They weren't smart enough, but a couple of years ago Harvard was able to go the distance.
2.) Catholic teams must lose. My theological dispositions have a very opposing propensity toward Catholicism, so It's natural that I'd choose them to lose. So far they've been winning, and if anything about this upsets me, this does. A theological war is much easier for me than choosing sports teams based on any potential they might have.
3.) Pick Duke to lose in the 2nd round. This has worked well for many years, but apparently they've stepped up their game a bit this year. I find that my parental indoctrination while growing up manifests in two forms. Either I agree entirely, and for no actual reason, with my dad about an issue, team, or product. This is evident in my hatred for Notredame football, my love for Ford cars, and use of Canon cameras (and equal hatred for Nikon). Conversely, I could polarize myself from my dads opinions. This appears in my groundless hatred for Duke - just because my dad is their biggest fan. On a psychological level, I find it interesting how particular interests are dead-on with parents, and others couldn't be more opposing.
March Madness is probably the only time I'll ever be distracted at Buffalo Wild Wings. I generally go there for the wings, and certainly not the sports. It's a time where the sports-illiterate can pretend they know something. I didn't even watch the Superbowl this year, but I will watch the NCAA tournament.