It's March. And that can mean only one thing. Those bracket sheets. Next to operating power tools, I am not sure I am more incompetent at anything else in life than filling out those brackets.

Last night, I introduced my son Ryan to the process... for fun, of course. I do not want to be followed across state lines for filling out a piece of paper. Our big wager is simple: The loser has to be the first to mow the lawn this Spring. And judging by the weather, that won't be anytime soon. And that's good....because it will be me.

Speaking of meteorologists, they are far more accurate than I am. Their projected cold front looks a lot better than my picks in the first round of the tournament. Let's see, I had Georgia, Kentucky and Temple today. And guess what? They all lost. I am 1-3 so far. 1-3! Are you kidding me!

My son has Pitt beating Vanderbilt for the title. Two four seeds. But I guess I can't trash talk these picks given my start or past history.

So to my neighbors, don't laugh when you see my mowing the lawn next month. You now know why. My son Ryan also stands to win a soda. Perfect. He can watch me mow while he drinks his coke. It's only a matter of time before my picks get mowed down.

And for those of you wondering, I have Carolina, Wisconsin, Pitt and UCLA in my Final Four with UNC beating the Bruins of UCLA. I feel so sorry for those coaches. I just ruined their season.