Married Life Today

Valerie and Brooke are quite smart, and often are able to figure out how to manipulate me. Yes, they are five, but they are a very intelligent five. Daughters have been manipulating Fathers for as long as I have been old enough to notice, and I suspect that some fathers like me are more susceptible than others. I introduced my girls to the art of the NCAA basketball tournament this past season, and picking the brackets.

I explained the importance of the size of the school, the traditions, the seedings, and all the other things one considers when picking a bracket. My girls listened, but they had no intentions of using what I had to say. They wanted to know what color were the uniforms, and who was their mascot. That was all they needed to know to pick the brackets. I knowingly smiled and laughed at the silliness that was a women trying to understand something so complicated as college basketball.

By round two of the tournament it became obvious that they both were kicking my tail. I had lost several key teams from my bracket, while they had picked virtually every major upset in the first round. With no more than a favorite color to work with, and a sense of humor, my daughters had just beaten me at my own game. I will never live that down.

Of particular note to this little story is the fact that my wonderful wife also kicked my tail. I think I will stick to picking NFL football where the team that should win usually does. Ah, why bother?

Then Peyton Manning will lose because he wore the wrong color wrist band.

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