We're just three rounds into the NCAA tournament, and I can see that many of you are already suffering from Busted Bracket Syndrome (BBS).
You're listless. You're depressed. It's 3 p.m. and you're still in your pajamas. You were excited to see the lovable underdogs from Lehigh send Duke packing until you remembered you had the Blue Devils going to the final. You loved the drama of the Missouri/Norfolk State game until the final buzzer sounded and you looked at your bracket and saw a crime ...
