Or a bowl of cherries.
I say, life is like March Madness. It fills you with an equal amount of excitement and dread as to how it's gonna turn out. Some bet on it; others are smart enough not to do that, knowing it's unpredictability. It involves a lot of people and a lot of elements, and one little thing can set in a chain of events that totally wrecks the lovely plan you had for it. It often is inconveniently timed (for us east coasters anyways). It's horribly overpriced most of the time. There can sometimes be painful injuries, curse words, and a lot of bad decisions in regards to diet whilst it goes on. And there is an abundance of outfits that make one go, "What the heck are they wearing??"
See? Life is like March Madness.
I find myself in one of those "Well this is not at all how my bracket was supposed to go!" moments in life. As in, "a number 9 seed just usurped a number 2 and all things have fallen apart" type of situation. Well, I guess that's why they call it Madness....or life, as the case may be.