I’m not quite sure why mankind insists on torturing itself. Golf is bad enough. But then along came the heinous and cruel tournament brackets. Like lemmings the entire population of the United States has followed this annual ritual right off the proverbial cliff. Along the way we are ridiculed, humiliated and embarrassed. Oh, sure. Some really lucky sap eventually wins the office pool. Someone has to. Mostly because everybody else crashes and burns along the way, because of teams like Virginia Commonwealth who turn the entire process into total turmoil and chaos and render the whole thing an exercise in complete futility. Why do we do this? For fun. Personally, I’d rather agonize trying to swat a stupid little white ball 7000 yards into a little bitty hole the size of a dime. At least the walk is nice.