I know that I'm not the poem guy around here, but I couldn't resist.
Twas the day before Madness, and all through the land,
Not a Hoop-head was thinking about their work at hand.
The brackets were filled and picked with great care,
In hopes that at "One Shining Moment" their team is still there.
Our Hoop-heads were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of buzzer-beaters danced in their heads.
With Zips in his jersey and I in my lucky socks,
Pondering upsets...should I pick the Mocs?
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.