March Madness Begins

Many things gear up in March around our home. Springtime (it's about time), my son's birthday (he's growing up way too fast), and March Madness! Behold the time of year that gives maniacs like the inhabitants of our home a reason to root for the #1 teams, the middle of the road teams, and of course the under dogs.

The week begins with filling out brackets for the men. I am still not sure how they can judge teams that I know good and well they haven't been watching at all this year. As I reflect on that statement, I wonder that maybe I am the real maniac because i watch some of the most obscure seeming college basketball games just to see how they're performing in case they may it to the big tournament. And the guys don't fill out only one bracket, they painstakingly fill in ones for the local daily newspaper, the Sunday paper, work ones, online ones, and one for keeping on the coffee table. The brackets for me are simply a chance to poke fun when their hard and true performers fall by the wayside.

March Madness for this female is a time to become a fan of so much more than our closest university. Inevitably I spot a young player that captures my interest and thus become a huge fan of his team too. I like knowing what his career path in sports have been up to this point, I can't wait for him to be interviewed, I watch his defense way more that his offense because I've learned the best offense is a good defense (my son despises me saying that). I am all about defense, rebounds, and not letting a shooter get inside the paint. On offense my favorite players seem to lead in assists. I want a player to know the court and his teammates so well that he knows when one of his men are going to be open for the shot.

I need the sound of shoes squeaking on the floor, the referee's whistle, and the shot clock buzzer. I guess what I am trying to say is I need me some March Madness Baby!