My Manager, being from Connecticut, and UCONN graduate, is a die hard Huskies fan. However, this year, for the first time ever, he did not pick them to make the Final Four in the NCAA tournament, and in our work pool, my bracket ended up scoring much higher than his. The same bracket he reviewed before the tournament, laughed, and said “Leize Marie, I feel really bad about taking your money for this thing.” None of this has stopped him from gloating over their championship title.

My Manager: Wow. It feels so good to be a champion. My Huskies came through for me last night.

Me: I don’t know if you should be bragging about winning, when it was one of the ugliest, lowest scoring, most boring games in NCAA history.

My Manager: Yeah! It’s that Big 10 defense. We stopped them.

Me: Except y’all only scored about 10 more points then they did. What about Big 10 offense?

My Manager: It was 12. And if we had a goal right now, I would put a strap around my glasses and school you on the court. Clearly people from the land of polo and argyle have sweet basketball skillz. Street cred.