Starr Gazing: May The Madness Begin

But today, all is forgiven. Every game is an elimination game. Each contest sends someone on a long, sorrowful trip home (and crushes the hopes of thousands who backed that loser in their office pool). Even though it’s a crapshoot in which I already know that my destiny is snake eyes, I absolutely love it. So a cautionary note to my editors. Starting a little after noon, please don’t call me—if we need to talk, I’ll call you.

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