So, March Madness is churning through like that double Whopper with bacon you totally thought your insides could handle. Just how old do you think I am , your colon might ask, if it could speak. Thirty-two teams left. Two Sweet Sixteens, one for the ladies and one of the men. Who will prevail? Who the hell knows, our brackets are all wrong! Except for one guy. There's always that one guy. Screw him. My alma mater participated in both tournaments this year, both losing in the second round. Both programs had great seasons - the men in particular logged the most wins in program history. Alas, it was never meant to be. And almost predictably, just a few days after the team lost, the men's coach bolted to a school in a more prominent conference. That's the way of the world with so-called "mid-major" conferences - coaches never see those programs as destination gigs. And in a conference where one of the best players of all time is Wally Szcerbiak, there's no n...