I’m Ashamed Of How Obsessed I Got With March Madness

I grew superstitions watching the tournament. If a game didn’t render into higher quality fast enough, I’d close and re-open the window only to find the same conditions. I timed my jump to other games before commercials started. I muted the game before commercials started and surfed to other websites. These are, perhaps, the first signs of extreme detachment from the outside world.