Our editor-in-chief was indisposed and asked yours truly if I’d mind giving a non-Bronx cheer to the victors in our N-C-A-A tournament pool. Possessing a stiff upper lip I acquiesced, even though I don’t cotton much to laying odds since placing some dough on the ‘19 White Sox to win the Fall Classic (I still haven’t got my money back from Kid Gleason—lousy bum). Regardless of my feelings toward games-of-chance it is my understanding that several of our readerate were rather adept at picking the correct ponies in Naismith’s grand tournament and should be recognized for their accomplishments.
Hail to the victors!
