# March Media Madness: Determining America's Worst Podcaster
**By Racket News**
Welcome to March Media Madness, the inaugural tournament to crown America’s Worst Podcaster! Happily, this first intellectual airball extravaganza takes place amid a podcaster-driven global panic over a Jeffrey Epstein-driven World War that’s ignited mass firings, arrests, media self-immolations, viral fraggings, and a cancel culture program that, for once, both the Left and the Right can agree upon.
These are the podcaster salad days, a time when the musings of figures like Candace Owens, Jennifer Welch, Chris Cillizza, and Tucker Carlson are treated as more important than interest rate hikes or G8 summits.
Why an "America’s Worst Podcaster" tournament? Because in this sport, errors and wrongness are the keys to victory. In the current media landscape, you don’t climb the charts with the pinpoint accuracy of a basketball prodigy. You do it by bricking 40-footers from the logo, taking seven-step layups, and breaking your own ankles with wild theories that send fact-checkers running for the exits.
While we are airing wrap-ups of results and lowlights on *Today’s News* with Michael Tracey, the audience will have a decisive say in the outcomes going forward. The tournament operates like the NCAA bracket, with one crucial exception: the wrongest, most depraved, or most indefensibly boring podcaster is the one who advances to the next round.
The competition isn't just about the pundits; it’s about the listeners. We are offering a $1,000 prize to the *Racket* reader who submits the best pitch or sample clip for a truly terrible podcast. Names like *The Pedophile Report* might be taken, but if you have a craven, algorithm-chasing concept like *Witch Hunting For Dollars*, *Penguins for MAGA*, or *Connecting Shitloads of Dots*, send them in. The five closest runners-up will receive "It’s a Podcaster Thing, You Wouldn’t Understand" t-shirts.
(Note: Rumors that *Racket* will pay extravagantly for the taxidermied heads of *The Vanguard* are, quite clearly, rumors spread by the lying deep state.)
The schedule called for narrowing the field to a "Smug Sixteen" by today, March 20th, a task Michael and I completed during today’s broadcast. We are slated to narrow the field further to a "Fumbling Four" by March 29th, and we plan to livestream the night of the championship. The illustrious winner—or rather, the loser—will be announced simultaneously to the sounding of the final buzzer at Lucas Oil Stadium.
Let the bricking begin.
