Hey Wesley wait til 18 years from now when you’re sitting in front of your TV watching March Madness and instead of a big dumb smile on your face you’ve got 12 torn up brackets at your feet and a phone cord ripped out of the wall because your bookie won’t stop calling and all your lights turned out so the muscle he sent over to break your legs won’t think you’re home.    See how fucking joyful March Madness is then.