Does any human being really like Digger Phelps? I mean, the guy could stop in for gas and, within seconds, some teenager named Lureen would be throwing bags of pork rinds at his head. (Bill Bennett allegedly likes him perhaps because Digger's built like a slot machine.)  Will Rogers would have trussed him up and tossed him to a pack of howling dogs. Some of the other folks on the ESPN set with him look at him as though they all have been suddenly struck with gratitude for the sunny presence of Doug Gottlieb -- that is, when they're not all looking sideways at Bilas, wondering if he's brought an ax into the studio with which to emphasize his points.

Anyway, they're going down through the brackets and Digger decides that the 11-6 upset he's going to pick is Washington over Marquette. Taking his old ugly grudges out for a walk again. Hey, foof. Al won one. You didn't. He died beloved by millions. Nobody likes you. Ask around.