Saturday, March 2, 2013

March

By it's name, March is forward-looking. "March!" Don't go back. March is progress.

March is green. Green decorations. The green grass that had been hiding underneath the snow all winter long. Granted, green leaves are mostly weeks off, but we know they are coming.

March is alternately cloudy and sunny. But it's not as cold. The season is marching along.

I'm betting that I've watched more college basketball in March than any other month of the year. Heck, maybe more than the other four months of the season combined ... and there was a time when I watched plenty of college basketball all season long. March is brackets and coverage that jumps from one game to another.

But March is also the anticipation of another sport. Baseball is just around the corner. You know it's imminent, and with it, the cementing of spring. March only teases spring, the equinox notwithstanding.

March is "Don't Tell Me You Love Me" by Night Ranger and "We Are the World." It's "Footloose" and "The Outsiders." It's shamrocks and Stations of the Cross. It's putting away the boots and gloves.

March is such a relief. Thank God. This winter sucked.

This is March.

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