It's Easter Sunday, so it's fitting that I ask forgiveness for my serious addiction to basketball, an affliction that I don't suffer alone but one that has me concocting work-related reasons to watch basketball, pursuing every possible technology angle behind the games and ignoring every single priority in my life. They don't call it March Madness for nothin'.

Let me recount my sins. I skipped work on Thursday to take "clients" to the games in Anaheim. I "worked from home" on Friday, sending an occasional e-mail and blog just to make everyone think I was around, but really I was watching as many games as my brain could consume, both on television and the Internet thanks to CBSSports.com's March Madness On Demand. CBS Sports even gave me Red Carpet access so I wouldn't have to wait behind the rest of you to get to a game. But if I have to hear one more idiotic superlative from Tim Brando, I swear I will start liking Dick Vitale again. When someone (I can't remember) with the last name "Young" scored in a tight game, Brando proclaimed "only the Young survive." And when San Diego took a lead deep into a game, right before a timeout, he said "this isn't Carmen, San Diego." Real professional.

I went again to the Honda Center in Anaheim on Saturday and saw not only the Stanford-Marquette overtime game, but the UCLA come-from-behind win over Texas A&M. Bedlam, I tell you, and you could feel it if you were sitting in the third row.

Another sin: I have tickets to the Final Four. I've been every year since 2000. In one of the past seven years, my team has won it all. I am blessed. But my penance will be to give a little something back.

Let's start with UCLA. First, know that I grew up watching UCLA. Went to camps there, worshiped John Wooden, whom I chatted up every chance I could (I even memorized many of his tasty little sayings), can recount rosters going back to Lucius Allen. But they are, for the third year in a row, going to be shut out. It's not that they nearly lost to Texas A&M, but what that loss showed.

Josh Shipp, arguably UCLA's star player, scored zero (as in nothing). He may have made other contributions but UCLA needed another scorer and Shipp couldn't get it done. Sound familiar? Arron Afflalo scored 10 points in UCLA's 2006 loss to the Florida Gators. When Darren Collison, with his funky shot, scores your first nine points and is your leading scorer, clearly you're having problems getting your shot off. Kevin Love came alive at the end of the win over Texas A&M, and it took little Russell Westbrook, perhaps the Bruin's best player and certainly the one with the biggest heart, to put them back in the game.

The biggest problem the Bruins face is lack of familiarity with each other. They have been pounded by injuries, including to Collison early in the year, sharpshooter Michael Roll, and promising tough man Luc Richard Mbah a Moute, who is still nursing a sprained ankle and sat out in round 1.

There have been some surprise players in the tournament, at least for those who don't get to see teams like Davidson play during the year. Stephen Curry is the talk of the tournament so far. How this guy gets off his shots, I'll never know, but he can hit them from anywhere and did against Gonzaga and Georgetown, where he scored 40 and 30 points, respectively.

My favorite guard, however, was 5'11" Dominic James from Marquette. He jumped over 7'0" forwards from Stanford to get rebounds and score, and he was fearless with the basketball. Too bad Marquette fell apart at the end, or we'd get to see a bit more from him.

Kansas, North Carolina, and Memphis still have to be the favorites. Each of them is quickly dispatching with underdogs and willing themselves past opponents. No more Pittsburghs and George Masons, but plenty of Davidsons and Western Kentuckys looking to rip apart everyone's bracket, and a few more teams' hearts.