Nothing interrupts Saturday night dinner plans more than a NCAA playoff tournament upset.

Imagine this. We're at a lovely, quiet, TV-less Brooklyn restaurant and I notice that my husband is starting to twitch. I've finally convinced him to pull himself away from the TV and the all encompassing NCAA playoffs, to join some friends for dinner.

I hear his blackberry vibrate in his pants pocket. I shoot him the stink eye and he keeps his hands on the table. The vibrations continue.

I know that its not our kids calling because they always call me first and my pants are not vibrating.

"Do you want to get that?" my friend asks.

He excuses himself from the table and heads into the bathroom. It can only be one thing...basketball news...big basketball news. Minutes later he returns and announces the "you're not going to believe this" item.

Northern Iowa had just taken down the favored Kansas.

I end up getting the biggest smile from this declaration. Why? because I love it when I'm always right.