Several years ago, I went to an Oscar party. It was one of those fabulous shindigs where you wear a big dress and walk on a red carpet then fill out your “picks” and sit around eating sausage balls ‘til you see if you won the pool. About a dozen sausage balls in, I did it: I won five hundred bucks. Yep. 500 big ones. I’ve long forgotten how I spent the money, but I’ll never forget how I won it.
You see, it was a year when I hadn’t gotten around to seeing too many movies—or, ahem, maybe just frequented the kind of ridiculous romantic comedies that don’t actually get nominated for awards—and so, right after putting on my Spanx and right before leaving for the party, I did a little research. I googled “Oscar Picks,” and wa-la—pass the sausage balls, we have a winner!!!
Until yesterday, I had locked this up in the place where we lock our dirty little secrets, but then, skimming through the news, I came across a story about “bracketology” and how a computer program from Georgia Tech has already crowned UNC as the NCAA Men’s basketball champion.
Being a Cackalacky native myself, I have to admit I bleed Carolina blue, but I’m not so sure how I feel about chance in the age of Google. The thing is I love to win, and, frankly, I’m not afraid of doing a little research. So, what do you think? Is technology killing our fun? Or, am I a just a google-eyed fool to put my money on the Tarheels?