As an upset aficionado who has watched countless 1 vs. 16 matchups hoping against hope (until it happened to my Dear Old UVa), this has been the dullest March Madness I can remember. In March, I don’t want predictable superiority — I want mania, I want high seeds advancing all over the place, I want to fall in love with schools I’ve never heard of. They say that’s all a thing of the past now. If so, so much the worse for American sports.