He made me fill out a bracket for the NCAA Championship for the competition at Old Chicago.
I hate basketball.
He pestered me for days.
Eventually I gave in and started it.
I quit halfway through out of boredom and general disinterest.
I mean, really. Do you have any idea how many freaking games you have to choose the winner of to fill out a bracket?
It's a lot.
And it takes forever (or like five minutes, but it feels like forever if you have no interest in the sport).
He was displeased.
I finished it under duress.
He delivered it to the local Old Chicago.
Turns out I won. Take that basketball fans.