II’m a competitor. With that being said, I hate to lose. Now, that doesn’t mean I am not gracious in defeat. That’s not true. I just don’t like to lose. That’s why March Madness is turning into a rough time for me. I’m learning a lot about myself and this addicting habit of finding the perfect bracket. The realization is simple. I have to take baby steps before I run to the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. I’ve already conquered one portion. I am pretty good at picking the national champ, although this year, that streak may be snapped. Now, it’s about getting every team to the Final Four. Some pick by colors. Other go with mascots. There are your researchers, your stat gurus and people that watch every single game of championship week. Then, there is me. I was going to go looking for advice on the picks from a sports expert, but my 3-year-old cousin was too busy watching her Tinkerbell movie and asking if I wanted to play Polly Pocket with her.