“The great art of learning is to understand but little at a time."
– John Locke

It’s a favorite time of year. March. The college basketball tournament season. March Madness. It's my marker that winter is ending, and sunnier days are ahead. When my lovely bride and I were first married, she noticed that I spent a lot of time watching basketball. This is her version of this story.
One weekend, she noticed me watching a college basketball game between two teams from colleges I didn’t attend. She said, “Is there a tournament or something?”
“Yes, I said, "it’s the season ending college basketball tournament. They call it March Madness.” “Oh,” she said.
The next weekend, she sees me watching more games between other teams. Again, none of them are colleges we attended. “More basketball? Is it another tournament?” She said. “No,” I said, “same tournament.”
The next weekend, I am again investing my precious time watching games between random teams. “Is this another tournament?” She said. “No, same tournament,” I said. “Really," she said. "The same tournament? Just how long does this go on?”
This is where you have to imagine my lovely bride telling the story, because she imitates me using a tone of voice I simply can’t imagine using with the love of my life.
“March, Laura," I say condescendingly. "All of March. The tournament is called March Madness, and it lasts through March.”
Again, I can’t imagine toning the mother of my children, but I do kind of remember the general line of questioning.
This weekend my lovely bride and I are in NYC to see the basketball team (from the college we went to) play their conference tournament. (She's come a long way since those early days.) Oh, we’ll see our youngest child, the one living in Brooklyn, too. That may have more to do with her enthusiasm for a road trip.
Wish us luck. Go Jays!
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