Bracket failures and reading the signs

Ohio State limped off the floor last night as a Kentucky freshman drained a tough shot at the buzzer to eliminate the number one seed, and worse, destroy what was a decent NCAA bracket that I had going.  Winning six games is a difficult feat, especially when games come down to 18 year old kids making or failing to make plays under pressure situations. 
I had Ohio State winning the whole thing, but it wasn't to be.  I had Pittsburgh in the championship game, but they failed to take advantage of a bad play at mid court, then returned the favor with less than a second left. 
My bracket now looks like my old high school English papers.  Full of words crossed out and needing much correction.
Looking back at the beginning of it all, I should have read the obvious signs, I should have followed my instincts.  Instead of looking at conferences, match ups, and zone defenses, I should have followed my gut.
First of all, my favorite show on television is WB's Wildcats, or is it HellCats?  Whatever, it was a sign.  Targeted towards the average thirteen year old, this YA cheerleader high school drama should have been an obvious sign to pick the Arizona Wildcats and the Kentucky Wildcats to make the Elite Eight.  And the Tar Heels.  How did I miss that?  Tar Heel rhymes with car wheel, which I use to drive my kids to gymnastics to do cart wheels.  We all should have had UConn in our bracket.  I like Brian's Song, Hoosiers, Miracle, and The Natural.  But the most inspirational sports movie of all time has to be The Waterboy.  "UConn do it." The words are all so clear.  Butler is an easy choice in retrospect.  Who doesn't wish they had a Butler?  Of course, by that logic Morehead State should have been a bracket favorite as well.  Kansas is probably on everyone's bracket.  I had them being upset in the Final Four, but again, I failed to read the signs.  Kansas, Toto, The Wizard of Oz, follow the yellow brick road, the road to the Final Four, it is all right there.  Even Dorothy had to get by flying monkeys and wicked witches.  Kansas has gotten this far facing the likes of Boston University, Illinois, Richmond, and soon to be VCU.
For the life of me, I can't figure out the sign I missed that should have told me to pencil in VCU in my Elite Eight?  Was it my love for the HBO show Entourage and Vincent Chase?  My infatuation with Victoria C-cret?  Whatever it was, that was a tough one.
Fortunately for me, the failure of Ohio State, Pittsburgh, Duke, and others, does not eliminate my prospects for the rest of the tournament because I did follow my instincts in one particular way.
My heart told me to fill out 27 other brackets in 11 different office pools.