It's Big Ten Tournament time, baby. The time of year every Indiana fan gets their hopes wildly high after a terrible season, though it's only certain to come crashing down in the form of a Blake Hoffarber butt-shot. Nonetheless, brackets are for gambling and such. What's better than turning a monetary profit off a child's game played by unpaid student-athletes, amirite?!
Listen, I love brackets. You put any sort of competition in bracket format and I'm going to fill it out and get twenty other people to do it and make the buy-in as high as I can.