Because sometimes I need to rant.

I happen to live in a dormitory on the campus of my university. And in the hallway in which I live, a March Madness (American collegiate basketball championship) bracket adorns one of the walls. It remains half-completed, with only about half of the Sweet Sixteen filled out.

And so I got to thinking. Sports is interesting because we construct narratives. The New York Giants beat the undefeated New England Patriots on a series of miracle plays to win in the last minute of the game. Ultimately sports are just... games, they have no inherent narratives.

But for every Kentucky or Giants or what have you, there are hundreds more stories of failure. Those blank slates in that half-completed bracket could tell hundreds of stories -- what teams lost? What teams won? In dramatic fashion or otherwise? I know Kentucky won. But what about the in-between bits? What about those 67 teams that lost in some depressing fashion? What does it say about us as humans that there can only be one winner?

I don't know.

And I doubt I ever will.