It's springtime
Yes, I'm done with March Madness. The Bluejays laid an egg and after the third day of the tournament, my bracket was busted, giving me time to think.
Nothing deep, just asking myself why is it that I love to watch this college basketball tournament? Objectively, the games aren't that attractive. The skill of the players isn't world class. I have not idea who most of the players are after the first weekend, so it's not affinity.
People say it's the passion the players bring to the game. Maybe.
Others say it's the lose and go home nature of the tournament - anyone can win on any given day. Maybe.
Still others will say it's ritual - the brackets, the expectations, the camaraderie. Maybe.
Cynics say it's the relentless marketing effort from the NCAA's sports marketing machine. Maybe.
After raking leaves to avoid the last 10 minutes of the Creighton game, I have an alternate hypothesis.
The tournament coincides with spring.
Longer days, warmer weather, birds singing, neighbor kids screaming.
I think that's why I enjoy it so much. It just happens to coincide with emerging from winter.
Whatever the reason, it's certainly not because my school wins in March, I know that for sure.
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