Yesterday after morning worship, one of the men of our congregation was mad at me for exhorting the congregation to worship God with more self-forgetful zeal than March Madness fans. He loves sports and thinks I don't, and that my exhortation was spiteful towards him and his fellow keepers of the cult.
I tried to reassure him I was just as idolatrous as the next guy. I don't think it softened him.
Now I try another tack.
Should we take basketball and bracketologists seriously? Umm.
To help your answer, here's the best bracket in our Bayly family...
It belongs to six-year-old granddaughter, Alison Ummel (she's in the middle with the blue shirt).
It took her six minutes to make her choices. She's in the 99.8 percentile and she's got Gonzaga winning it all.