Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Looks like I’ll be putting Butler through to the Sweet Sixteen in an upset, even though I don’t really know who they are. Tennessee sounds like they would be better than Virginia: I’ll think I’ll make that an upset also.

Two days before the deadline, I decided to submit a bracket to Facebook’s March Madness Tournament. Though I used to actually follow men’s basketball (back in the day when Stanford actually had a semi-decent team), up until this year’s March Madness I shamefully admit that I had only watched one collegiate basketball game.

My Facebook bracket wasn’t quite as random as I had earlier described, but it was a bit of a craps shoot. I picked a few small upsets, but mostly went with the seedings. But somehow, since the first day of Madness, I have been glued to the television, praying for UNC to keep their head afloat, or for Butler, a school whose location I just learned today, to pull it out against Maryland. And by some miracle my bracket has floated to the top. I correctly picked 14 of the teams that made it to the Sweet Sixteen, and Facebook reports my bracket as the first ranked for everyone in Paly who registered theirs on Facebook.

And since that time, I have suffered the angry wrath of “real” collegiate basketball fans. How could you get so lucky, they ask. Even the sports editor of the San Jose Mercury News is trailing my bracket, with only 75 percent correct (compared with my near-perfect 90 percent).

I would admit that my pickings were a certain amount of luck; with more games ahead, Facebook’s $25,000 grandprize is a possibility (I’m currently ranked 502nd in the Facebook world). And it’s fun to think about what I would do with the money — but maybe a little early.

My overall evaluation is that March Madness was aptly named: it is total chaos. Pools can be analyzed to the nth degree, but, in the end, it probably won’t make much of a difference. That’s why this tournament is so exciting; anything can happen; die-hard ballers and people like me have equal chances.