It's hard for Americans to feel like underdogs these days. We seem normal size in our own skins, but to the rest of the world, we've become a nation of supersizing, regime-changing, SUV-driving Goliaths. This may be why the NCAA men's basketball tournament—where little mutts like geographically confused Cleveland State and it-can't-possibly-have-a-team Oral Roberts run with purebreds Duke and UCLA—grows in meaning every year. It may also be the gambling, the guilt-free jalapeño-popper binges or the camaraderie born when three-quarters of the workforce enters a two-hour conspiracy to disappear.
But back to the Goliath thing. The Sunday before the tournament begins,...
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