My hooks didn’t implode on Thursday after supper like I predicted. They imploded in the Round of 16 on Saturday and Sunday. Let’s start by seeing where I was right and where I was wrong.

Let’s look at all the bad first because there are so many. I’m probably not the only one based on the catches or predictions I’ve made in conventional wisdom.

“I think Wisconsin will be the only Big Ten team to advance to the Sweet 16.”

Wisconsin couldn’t get past Iowa State, and Michigan instead joined Purdue in the round of 16.

My best possible win-loss record will be 35 wins and 28 losses. I’ve never won less than 44 games in all the years I’ve filled the brackets with a 64-team field.

Kentucky and Baylor, my first disasters, were joined by Gonzaga and Arizona Thursday night. I had ‘Zona and Baylor in the final, and I had the Zags in the bottom four, so the domino effect destroyed my picks.

I started 13-3 on Thursday, 11-5 on Friday, then was 7-9 on the weekend, and the aforementioned domino effect will result in a 4-11 record at best the rest of the tournament.

Now I have something to share where I was wrong to be wrong, and instead I am right. You follow me?

There will be a Class 2A softball half-state at the Tiger Softball Complex on June 4. This was on the IHSAA Executive Committee Minutes, edited on the Spring Bulletin, then corrected to show Warsaw as the host in the updated Final Bulletin. Phew! I’m happy. I looked forward to announcing throughout the day and evening.

I follow @Super70sSports on Twitter. The guy doesn’t have to use as many F-bombs as he uses in his posts, but his posts are witty, and they still really make a person feel nostalgic.

Whether it’s a throwback toy like a Fisher Price McDonald’s activity set, a brave fashion choice made by ’70s models on a catalog page, or “OG” instruments from death in the backyard as the Lawn Jarts, the guy running the page features plenty for a quick stroll down memory lane.

@Super70sSports recently posted a Big Wheel photo of a moderately worn Big Wheel. Millennial kids and adults for that matter, if you don’t know what a ferris wheel is, I’ll share.

The only things that weren’t plastic on the low-profile, three-wheeled, chopper-style pedal trike were the pedals. If your roads or streets were gravelled every year with a fresh prickly layer on tar and rolled over by some lunchtime beer sniffing guy you could smell from your front porch, plastic tires wouldn’t did not hold up well.

All the tricks, side-slashes and other tricks you’ve seen other kids do on TV – tricking you into nudging your parents for weeks or months for your very own Ferris wheel – were performed on normal urban and suburban surfaces. .

The shelf life of the thin plastic tires of a ferris wheel on the streets of Gloria Glens Village for any child who weighed over 50 pounds was two summers before cracks and splits appeared on your rear wheels just at time to put on your summer toys at the start of the school year.

I really believe that one feature, its adjustable and better yet removable seat back with two pegs and a choice of three rows of holes, was designed because the adults on the engineering team probably had a blast during Big Wheel’s R&D journey.

There were many summer days when the big kids would come for a ride, take the back of the seat off and throw it to the side of the street. It was bittersweet. We liked the attention the big kids gave us, but we knew its tire life was limited, so the older kids were robbing each of us of valuable Big Wheel riding time.

It was the time of year when the Ferris Wheels took place, from now until the start of the school year. We were impressed with the kids who could ride the plastic tricycle uphill. I’ve always had strong calves, so even though I was pretty short if not pre-teen.

Spring is here, and even though March seems to be ending like a lion, it’s still the start of Big Wheel season in a corner of my mind.