March Madness is a magical time.  When else can you hear ESPN talking about the manliest of men as a charming, blonde princess (Cinderella) and have those guys appreciate it?  Some years, I watch college basketball as much as possible.  To me, it’s a great story of how a team can work to outperform an individual.  Of course, coaching also plays a very important part.  So, you’ve got this constant battle of athleticism, techniques, planning, and adjustments.

But not this year.  I haven’t been able to watch much ball.  So, logically, the NCAA tournament won’t mean much to me, will it?  Well, remember how I told you that it’s a magical time?  See, I shouldn’t care much about the tournament but magically I’m fired-up about watching these teams compete.  (It’s similar to watching the bowls for college football.  I don’t care anything at all about Alcorn State School for Europeans but I’ll watch ‘em in a bowl game and root for them if they’re still within striking distance in the 4th quarter.)  There’s no rhyme or reason to who I’m pulling for, but usually by half-time, I’ve picked the team that I like and I’m yelling for them.  And the best part about it is that the Thursday through Sunday, there is a constant flow of games on TV.  We need to have more NCAA tournaments.

But don’t worry, I won’t neglect my family.  I’ll still spend time with them and help put the girls to bed.  But you might have to forgive me if I keep telling them the story of Cinderella.  I am having some trouble trying to figure one thing out, though.  If a group of grown men playing basketball can be described as “Cinderella”…..who is “Prince Charming”?