By Marc Lawrence — I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news but the person who wins your NCAA Tournament pool will probably be somebody who knows almost nothing about basketball.
In fact, if you’re placing a side-bet, go with the friend whose picks are based on which mascot would win in a fight. Or something to that effect.
The odds of filling out a perfect NCAA Tournament bracket are reputed to be 1 in 92.6 quintillion.
It’s one reason zealot investor Warren Buffet offered anyone $1 billion for filling out a perfect bracket.
According to the NCAA, the best anyone has ever done is to predict the first 39 games of the 67-game tournament, in 2017.
Look at it like this: those are better odds than 1 in a sextillion, septillion, octillion, nonillion, decillion and more. Each is a thousand of the previous one. There’s even a humongous number called vigintillion, a one with 63 zeros.
And for what it’s worth there is officially no such number called zillion.
The highest scoring game in NCAA Tournament history occurred when the high-powered Loyola Marymount Lions defeated the defending national champion Michigan Wolverines, 149-115, in the second round of the 1990 NCAA tournament.
Ironically Hank Gathers of the Lions, the nation’s leading scorer, died just days before the Tournament from a heart condition.
In a classic goose bump moment, to honor his fallen teammate and best friend from high school, Bo Kimble shot his first free throws of each of the Lions three games in the Tournament left-handed.
To read more on this incredible game click here.
Grinding Out The Profits
From the Playbook Basketball Newsletter: It’s Monday and as far as the Portland Trail Blazers are concerned they would prefer it be Tuesday instead.
It’s what happens when you’re 0-8-1 ATS at home on Mondays the past two seasons.
On the flip side, Charlotte enters 10-3 ATS away on Mondays in non-conference contests, including 7-1 ATS when not installed as double-digit dogs.
It’s no wonder the Trail Blazers can relate to the Mamas and Pappas and their hit tune back in the ’60s when they said, “Monday, Monday, can’t trust that day. Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way.”