Brackets

I feel my eyes start to glaze over as I listen to to my handsome hubby discuss March Madness. The names, numbers, teams mean nothing to me, so I fondly nod my head and smile as my spouse spouts predictions, statistics, and historical data. And then he mentions something called the Suvudu Cage Match - huh?

Now there's a bracket this geeky girl can understand! So bring it on! And while it looks like I have some reading to do, I put my money on Zed for the win. Okay, so I think Paul could readily defeat the old wizard, but I'm not a great fan of Dune. My true hopes are with Vin and Katniss, but I fear the formidable girls will be lucky to advance past the Elite Eight.

Here's Levi's bracket:

Looks like I need to read Song of Ice and Fire to see what this Jon Snow is made of :)

A Sociological Study

Why is it, that no matter how long I am tending children, the last 30 minutes tend to unravel into insanity? Be it four days, four hours, or forty minutes - the time will fly by pleasantly until some mystical cue inspires chaos and mental disquiet. Is there some chemical trigger that speaks to children to start going crazy? Perhaps I begin to secrete a pheromone due to a heightened sense of expectation. Whatever causes it - oi! - it only gets exponentially worse after the end time has passed!

The question then is this: is this a universal rule or a bizarre singularity? Am I pathologically impatient, or does this happen to you too?