The March hare takes a look around
That's when he notices the orange. An untrained observer might have turned a blind eye to the quiet menace, but the proprietor is well versed in -- and ever vigilant for -- the color's insidious ways. No longer content merely to obscure hunters in the wilderness or to scream "roadwork" to the four corners of the earth, the orange has infiltrated the unwitting bracket, unjustly besmirching an innocent No. 2 seed with a late-season collapse most foul.
Repulsed and bewildered, the proprietor clambers back into his hovel to wait out the tribulations. Two more weeks of hiatus, and one more post to serve as an open thread until the reawakening.