Oh *uck!

Buck, that is. Oh Buck, I say. Oh Buckeyes, what happened? Gonzaga had fallen and the stage was set. But the same forces that felled the Zags had the Buckeyes on their heels most of the night. Not even Aaron at his craftiest could bring them back.

The fact that my brackets have flown South for the winter, makes me feel old. I look to the younger generation in hopes that they can make something from this topsy-turvy world we've left them. Maggie is still in first place, and the Raskin kids cling to second, but with no possible points remaining, it doesn't look good. Even for someone as optimistic as their father. If Duke can win tomorrow it may be Maggie or her Great Aunt Mary Ann. If Louisville prevails, the Mysterious Crawford rises again. He lurks in the wings and waits to strike. We shall see what happens.

Meanwhile, in the peanut gallery, Piers must have a big smile on his bearded face. The Orangemen continue to bounce along, victorious and the to Final Four once more.

And so it goes. Buckeye fans will have to wait for football season to see what kind of national distinction our fine student athletes can achieve with the pigskin. The air is out of the roundball.