I apologize: There is no coherent theme to this post

So for the past three days, the outside of my right thigh has been numb.  I don't know why; I haven't knocked into anything with it.  It doesn't hurt, it's just a bizarre sensation; imagine the feeling of having a body part fall asleep, but without the pins and needles.  That's the best way I can explain it.  I don't see a need to seek a medical opinion about it, I figure it'll go away on its own and it's not as if it's causing me any distress.  Also, could you imagine going to see the doctor and telling them "My leg is numb, but there's no physical reason for it, no visible signs of any problem, and it's not in any way impeding my ability to walk perfectly fine... Fix it!"

My grandma on the other hand, has been experiencing hearing problems for the past several months and brushes off the notion that she should see a doctor, although, in all fairness, it could just be that she doesn't hear my sister insisting upon it.  She's like the opposite of a hypochondriac.  (Hyperchondriac?)

No mention of leg-brain.... It's clearly out of date.

Anyhow, it would seem that my brain is located within my right thigh and is likewise numbed, because it clearly doesn't work very well.

When I was at work on Tuesday, my co-worker handed me my tips and I put them into the pocket of the apron I was wearing, and promptly forgot about it.  End of the night rolled around, I clocked out, took my apron off, tossed it into the laundry basket, got changed and headed home.  I only realized I was without my money at around 1 in the morning.  Thankfully, that co-worker is a saint and she didn't have a problem with going through the laundry while she was opening the next morning to find my money.  Thanks Arri.

Anyhoo, my mind also hasn't quite adjusted to the time change, although unlike my leg, I know exactly why this happened.  The clock on the DVD player in the living room for the longest time was an hour ahead, because it doesn't automatically adjust itself and I am too technologically illiterate to know how to change it; it was far easier to just know that it was an hour fast.  Well now it's proving to be quite difficult to un-know that fact and as such, I have caught myself being very surprised to find how late it is in the day over the past week or so.  So if I am an hour late to meet up with you, now you know why.

The math geek in me adores this, although I imagine things get pretty weird when negative-two o'clock rolls around...

Speaking of time (I've decided that the random things I'm writing about here will be tied together with forced, cheesy segues; did you catch the first couple earlier?), it's March Madness time.  I love watching college basketball despite the fact that I have no knowledge of any of the schools competing.  This year, I've decided to fill out a bracket, and I'm making my selections based entirely on a flip of a coin.  According to chance, the Final Four will be Kentucky, Memphis, Syracuse, and St. Mary's.  Then, in the Final Four, Kentucky beats Memphis, and St. Mary's upsets Syracuse, before going on to defeat Kentucky in the Championship game.  You heard it here first: St. Mary's will be your 2012 NCAA champions.

A quick Google search tells me they're in California and their team name is the Gaels, because what is more Gaelic than California frat boys?

If you feel like being entirely wrong about a sporting tournament, or, infinitely more hilariously, consider yourself to be an expert on the March Madness tournament, throw your picks down in the comments, we can have a bet.  The stakes: my dirty laundry tip money.  Takers?

Finally, turning from a sporting event that I adore but know nothing about, to one that I adore and do know quite a bit about (how are you liking those segues?  It's literary genius isn't it?), I would much rather watch the Canucks play a good, tight game and beat the Coyotes 2-1 (as long as it's not in the shootout, the shootout is the antithesis of excitement), instead of an objectively more entertaining 5-4 loss that features 76 shots combined.  Also, Mason Raymond is not a first-line player for any team.  If you must move Burrows (and he played very well on the third line), then bump Kassian up to the Sedins' line and keep Raymond doing what he is actually competent at: checking.  Watching him be on my team's top line personified what the shootout is: an abortion of entertainment.

While this is an impressive shootout, this in no way should ever be how a semi-final game ends.  Unless the NCAA wants to adopt and adapt this for basketball; that would be awesome.  Imagine a layup contest to decide a game.  (That's how St. Mary's is going to seal the title, calling it now.)