Friends, is there any feeling worse than the feeling of betrayal when a friend or a coworker or even a

loved one lies to your face? It shifts the ground beneath your feet. Black becomes white and white

becomes black. You don't know which end is up. You put your faith in this person. When they spoke, you listened. And when you spoke, they listened. And as shattering and bewildering and painful as a betrayal by a person can be, it's even worse when you're betrayed by the numbers, friends. I have to tell you, being betrayed by the numbers, well, that's one of the lowest feelings

of fella can have.

And I should know, because friends, I've been betrayed by these fucking good for nothing piece

of shit numbers that I was listening to, that I was urging others to listen to.

These numbers that led me to have the number one spot on the EPM March Madness

bracket for days upon days, I was number one.

Turns out, friends, those numbers were lying to my fucking face.

Kid Midas now ranked a pathetic 29th on the EPM March Madness Bracket, all because of these numbers.

These numbers that guided me as I chose my teams for the 2024 NCAA men's basketball championship. These numbers have

abandoned me since last we spoke. I have no teams left in the final four. None? None. I'm done. I can't

gain any more points. I'm stuck. The numbers fucked me, John. They fucked me good and well.

So there's no way you can win. No, I'm done. I have no

options left. Jesus.

My last hope was yesterday. That's a war's feeling.

The only team I had left

was

Tennessee.

I can't remember. Tennessee. Yep. That was the only

option I had left

Tennessee and they lost sure enough

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