BTW, I was over at my sister's house today. She knows about as much about sports as I do about rocket science, but the lure of a billion dollars was strong so she decided to fill out a bracket for the first time in her life. I offered to help, but she said she wanted to do it herself. Anyway, she had a printed copy of her bracket laying out, so I took a look. Her pick to win it all? Wofford. "Dammit, why?", I asked. Because her dog is a West Highland Terrier, and Wofford is the Terriers. Seems as good a reason as any. I guess.