I have long supported the month of March. It is by far the best month of the year. The weather warms up, Daylight Savings time starts, it has my birthday, and we have the madness of March with the American Institution of Cingular at the half. The NCAA tournament is like a national holiday on Thursday and Friday afternoon mid March. Sometimes the games aren’t great and the teams aren’t good. But when all the barking about who’s bubble burst is over, let the games begin. It’s that drive that is in everyone to see David slay Goliath that makes us watch. And everyone watches. Duke vs Maryland-Baltimore City? Doesn’t look like much more than a walk thru cupcake, but you have to tune in. It’s bred within our DNA. It’s science.
Not to mention spring break. Yes, I still go on Spring Break. And I plan to every year for the next 70 years. (And I am one of the youngest people going on this trip by far.) Annual trip to Key West to welcome in the spring. The sun coming back is good times for all of us my friends. And there has always been something about the warmer weather that makes me want to booze more frequently and with greater intensity.
To elaborate on this theme, welcome our red-headed guest blogger again. Proceed.
Thank God for an extra day of February. I can’t get enough snow, slush, washer fluid, dirt, mud, fog, nose bleeds, and wet pant bottoms. However, as spring approaches hope springs eternal, and it won’t be long now until my life-long apathy towards college basketball is here-by lifted for a mere month, and I fill out a bracket of meaningless games held in crappy arenas throughout the country, not because I actually like the games or watching the University of Alabama-Birmingham lose to Michigan State by 10 points in a game marred by never ending commercials, idiot commentators and the fact that the last 2 minutes of the game takes just as long as the total first half. But because the television options are so slim that I would be sentenced to watching shows like “Lost” “American Idol”, and the worst of the bunch, ESPN’s NFL free agent and combine coverage….. “That guy can bench press 200 lbs 45 times in a minute! Oh my god he’d look good in green and gold!! But anyhow, my point is that I have that feeling, like THIS could be the year for me to win the tourney bracket .There is something in the water here in Minneapolis that breeds losers, but I have a feeling… so you are all on notice. March madness is descending upon us, and I plan on attacking it like one of those nights when you go out intending to have “a few beers,” almost indifferent like. And then before you know it you are taking shots of tequila and smoking menthols until 2am. Then morning comes and you forgot all that you did the night before. Gentlemen, march is my unexpected bender, and April 3 is my morning after. Much love to all.
Well said my friend. Welcome spring, will always be, just so long as we have we.
