[ WP ] It is the morning of the NCAA Basketball Championship Game . To this point you have a perfect bracket and have gained national recognition and attention . What happens on the day of this final game ?

I flipped a coin, that's it. No voodoo, no witchcraft, no number crunching. I just flipped a coin! 
 
 My buddy found it funny that I had gotten out of the round of 64 with a perfect bracket, though that was pretty easy to do. Round of 32 he just shook his head and admitted that everyone gets lucky once in a while. The `` Sweet 16'' came and went with me still batting a thousand and people started asking me what I did. 
 
 Things picked up about a day before the `` Elite 8'' as enough of my small hometown had begun discussing my so far perfect bracket. I'll admit it was cool being in the top 5 % of people in the country that made it so far without a miss. A local reporter came and asked for my secret and I was honest saying it was coin-flips but he did n't buy it so I made up some bullshit about studying a few teams here and there. 
 
 During the time between the end of the `` Elite 8'' games and the beginning of the `` Final Four'' I had Fox news parked in my driveway and grill me while I was just trying to get to my car. Once I made it past those hounds I heard my name all over the ESPN radio talking about how I was now the 1 % who had n't incorrectly guessed a game. My cell blew up with phone calls of analysts from everywhere asking me who was giving me tips or how I managed to have accomplished what I've done with what they call `` minimal work''. I told them all the same thing; a lucky sequence of coin flips. They did n't find the truth funny and later that night I was watching Sports Center when they ran a piece on how I must be cheating and writing code or some shit. 
 
 I think that's what got to me more than anything. Those damn hosts calling me a liar and a cheat on national television. They soon upped their game after I came away with a spotless bracket post Final Four. I could n't move from my home. I called into work and said I was sick just so I did n't have to go outside and listen to those vultures criticize me for somehow hacking the system. 
 
 I did n't sleep a wink the night of the National Championship. How could I with lights blaring into my window as everyone and their mother tried to see my `` ritual'' for getting ready for bed. I even noticed more of my type of car being driven around as though people thought my luck would rub off on them sometime in the future due to what they drove. 
 
 My phone rang constantly that I had to turn it off. Bad move there. I could hear the reporters saying that I had refused to talk out of fear that they'd catch me cheating the system. Again with the cheating, I could probably sue all of them for'defamation of character' when this is all said and done. 
 
 I did get some restless sleep finally and in the morning I woke up, turned on my phone, and found fifty-five voice mails. All from angry parents saying that I should `` take my bracket offline because it's hurting the morale'' of their precious child who played for the team I did n't pick and if `` they lose this it'll be my fault'' and they `` hope I can live with myself'' for denying their superstar kid the chance at playing in the NBA. 
 
 Each voicemail was the same. Either praising me for picking `` so-and-so'' or chastising me for ruining a kids future and leaving them hopeless. All day this went on. I was n't looking forward to tonight. Someone will win and someone will lose and either way I'll catch the shitty end of the media stick. 
 
 I'll tell you one thing though, the people who say'its better to be lucky than good' are full of crap. Luck sucks.
