Sometime around the mid-1990s, I began taking the first Friday of the NCAA Men's Basketball tournament off. It's a bit of a midpoint between the holidays and Memorial Day, and, I found that even though I was at work, I wasn't really at work, so to speak. I didn't think my supervisors were cool with me hitting refresh to check scores, loudly wadding up my brackets and slamming them to the ground or, in one instance, emitting a howl that echoed throughout my otherwise quiet office (starts below at…
