March Madness is alive and well. Our egos, not so much. Even with the criticisms about perceived bracket snubs and FBI investigations, it’s impossible for the nation’s best sporting event to fall flat. UMBC. The Loyola-Chicago Ramblers and Sister Jean. Nevada’s comeback kids. Florida State and Syracuse’s tournament revival. The list of surprises goes on and on. And therein lies the beauty. In the middle of each March, we all become bracket “experts,” from those like me who watch a lot of basketball to those who tune in only at this time of year, as we make our picks for 63 games. (Though my colleague Nick Watson decided against partaking in the ritual this year). It usually only takes a day or two to remind us how little we know.