Well – since our expert opinions could not predict close to anything in the Final 4.  The Lunatic decided that since his opinions seemed to be a jinx, the only possible solution is to go to the one thing that always knows – the ball.

So, I invited my son, Charlie to help me with some games of HORSE.  He would pick team he wants to represent, and the winner would obviously take the tournament.

In the women’s game, Charlie picked Iowa.  The Lunatic desperately using mid-ranged shots somehow pulled out a victory of HORSE – HOR.

In the men’s game, we decided since I was hot, it made sense for Charlie to take San Diego State (not to mention, I think Charlie really wanted to be San Diego State).  In a much closer battle, both of us ended to S, but somehow, the Lunatic hit a deep three and stole a second game.

Charlie then said – I want a second chance.  So, I said, “That’s fair – lets keep going”.  And so, this time, in another tight battle, we both got to S – but Charlie went to the classic behind the backboard shot, and won the third game – so Iowa and LSU were even.

Charlie said, lets finish off the women’s game – and so we started.  But in a messy game as both of our shots started to deteriorate, the Lunatic somehow ended up ahead and won HORSE – HOR.

Charlie said – No – that’s not possible, Iowa can’t lose.  Meanwhile, the Lunatic having a hard time breathing was pondering if he could really manage to play two more games.  So, I said, lets a make deal – we will say the last game for the men – which means UConn wins 2-0.  And then we can play one last game to decide the women.

This felt like win-win for the Lunatic – since it meant likely not passing out from what shouldn’t have that much exercise, but apparently was stretching my limits.  As we got ready to start, an ice cream truck randomly showed up in the court.  We both thought it was rather odd that an ice cream truck would be coming around when it was 60 degrees and right after massive storms from the night before.  But I told him he could have some.  Charlie – sensing blood in the water – suggested to make the game more interesting.  He didn’t want ice cream from the truck – he wanted real ice cream.  Ice cream that his dad would have to go get, and because of his current diet, he couldn’t have.

So, we were on – one game to decide if Iowa or LSU would win, and one game to decide if Charlie and Katie would get ice cream tonight.  The Lunatic started off strong, building a S-H lead.  But then, his age caught up to him.  And out of desperateness for ice cream, Charlie hit 4 in a row.  Somehow, the Lunatic managed to hit two of the shots, but his lead was down to S-R.  Charlie then went for a behind a backboard shot and missed.  And out of true desperation, the Lunatic went for a deep three and I missed it totally – not even coming close to the rim.  We then both preceeded to miss several shots.  Finally, mercifully, the Lunatic his a shot around the free throw line, and the pressure was too much for Charlie.  LSU wins HORSE – HOR.

So the ball predicts LSU and Connecticut as the National Champions.  But Charlie is still trying convince me that ice cream certainly sounds like a good way to end the day.  We will have to see if the ball don’t lie.