Why don't they go even further with the reality TV aspect:
Teams are all packed and waiting to get on their bus/plane. Brackets are announced on Sunday at 6pm, and all 32 first round games take place at midnight that night in various gyms across America.
Your team got in? Great! Can you make it to Omaha in six hours for your match up against College of Charleston?
Must see TV!
Injecting some sort of reality TV nonsense is the only way to go.
Otherwise, we're talking about 55 minutes of commercials for 5 minutes of information. What a complete waste of time to find the one or two teams that got an undeserved gift and the one or two teams that got hosed.
I shouldn't do this. I really should let it be...
... BUT all you YOUNGSTERS have vexed me because you have no idea how good you've had it!
Back in MY day, stars could not be formed, everyone was a black hole on offense, and ratings were down because we were all depressed about living through the end of the previous iteration of the universe. Our futuristic selves were more concerned about who could write the best death soliloquy than about brackets.
I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. The Attack Ships on fire from three on the shoulders of Orion O'Ryan. I watched the C-Beams glitter in the dork polls thanks to their defense, the Tannhauser Gate. All those Shining Moments were lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.
Nothing incites bodily violence quicker than a Duke fan turning in your direction and saying 'scoreboard.'