Drowning in the NCAA pool

In a couple of days or so, the NCAA men's basketball tournament resumes. Your trusty blogger picked 13 of the last 16 teams in the field.
And finds himself in the lower fourth of one pool (96th of 128 participants) and second from the bottom in the all-important office pool.
Which begs the question ... if the alleged sports dude can't do any better than that, why is he a sports dude?
A pastry chef? Be better qualified. A dancing bear? In terms of physique, yes. In terms of dancing skill .... uhhhhhh, no.
The story is well-known to others. The only time sports dude ever won an NCAA pool, he was sailing trough Central America on a 10-day cruise. The economy obviously won't allow for that every year.
One former colleague said, "Be happy." I am. The leader in the office pool happens to be my boss' wife. So I know the winnings will go to something useful, say, their two small children.
But any sort of pride in being the papers' sports dude takes a severe beating every spring.
Getting 13 hits in 16 times to the plate may get a tryout with the Colorado Rockies. But something indicates loud and clear that becoming a dancing bear is the best option each March.
Cue the music, Yogi.

Signed,
Boob-oooh