My sister went to the University of Illinois; my brother-in-law went to the University of Illinois; and here's the clincher, my fiancee went to the University of Illinois. Now, with those three facts established you would think picking the Fighting Illini to go all the way in our traditional office NCAA bracket pool was a no-brainer. Refusing to take this path could set me up for future finger pointing at family holiday parties and, worse yet, a night at the local dog house. I guess I'm a glutton for punishment, because not only did I fail to pick Illinois to win the championship, I didn't even have them in my Final Four.
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