In Boise, Willie has a press pass.
In Seattle, Annie has teamed up with an office mate with predictions that could win the office pool.
In Sandpoint, Mother and I will go do echo-cardiogram at the heart doctor's office. I have a feeling her heart may be going pitter patter more than usual today, cuz once she's out of that office, she can go home and get ready for the event of the day.
Bill and I will be donned in our "uniforms," nibbling on chips, and prepped for watching.
My sisters will probably duck out of school a little early, race to the barn to take care of those horses, haul Mother down the driveway to their house and gather around their big screen.
March Mania will begin in fewer than three hours. And, throughout the country, I know the juices are going in households, offices, schools, coffee shops, you name it.
Over the years, it has grown as a phenomenon in our American culture, and March Mania knows no limits in the demographics of its followers.
Our little microcosm of family fans, mentioned above, mirrors, in a tiny way, the broad appeal this craziness which abounds over a bouncing ball and a bunch of long, lean, fast-running, quick-thinking, multi-talented athletes who give it their all down to the final buzzer and maybe even a beyond that when you consider the potential of overtime.
Years ago, Willie got something started at Sandpoint High School when he approached the librarian, Bonnie Spitzer, and suggested she roll out the TV for anyone who wanted to watch the games during the school day. Her willingness touched off a tradition that has grown many times over in that school. Willie takes great pride in being initial proponent for recognizing the value of March Madness at his alma mater.
He'll be in Boise and in his ultimate element this weekend where several big-name college teams will match-off for the rights to advance to the Final Four. Definitely one of the perks of his job.
In the meantime, we'll all be focused on our team. I don't think I need to mention their name this morning except for the fun involved with their match-up---the Zips vs. the Zags.
We hope our Bulldogs will be able to out zigzag those Zips from Akron, zap out their ability to get sufficient baskets, and subsequently get in the zone headed for the top 32, then the Sweet Sixteen, followed by the Elite Eight, on to the Final Four and ultimately the NCAA Championship.
To wish for less would be sacrilegious. And, I'm trying to be a good Catholic during lent.
GO ZAGS . . . . March on, Mania!
In Seattle, Annie has teamed up with an office mate with predictions that could win the office pool.
In Sandpoint, Mother and I will go do echo-cardiogram at the heart doctor's office. I have a feeling her heart may be going pitter patter more than usual today, cuz once she's out of that office, she can go home and get ready for the event of the day.
Bill and I will be donned in our "uniforms," nibbling on chips, and prepped for watching.
My sisters will probably duck out of school a little early, race to the barn to take care of those horses, haul Mother down the driveway to their house and gather around their big screen.
March Mania will begin in fewer than three hours. And, throughout the country, I know the juices are going in households, offices, schools, coffee shops, you name it.
Over the years, it has grown as a phenomenon in our American culture, and March Mania knows no limits in the demographics of its followers.
Our little microcosm of family fans, mentioned above, mirrors, in a tiny way, the broad appeal this craziness which abounds over a bouncing ball and a bunch of long, lean, fast-running, quick-thinking, multi-talented athletes who give it their all down to the final buzzer and maybe even a beyond that when you consider the potential of overtime.
Years ago, Willie got something started at Sandpoint High School when he approached the librarian, Bonnie Spitzer, and suggested she roll out the TV for anyone who wanted to watch the games during the school day. Her willingness touched off a tradition that has grown many times over in that school. Willie takes great pride in being initial proponent for recognizing the value of March Madness at his alma mater.
He'll be in Boise and in his ultimate element this weekend where several big-name college teams will match-off for the rights to advance to the Final Four. Definitely one of the perks of his job.
In the meantime, we'll all be focused on our team. I don't think I need to mention their name this morning except for the fun involved with their match-up---the Zips vs. the Zags.
We hope our Bulldogs will be able to out zigzag those Zips from Akron, zap out their ability to get sufficient baskets, and subsequently get in the zone headed for the top 32, then the Sweet Sixteen, followed by the Elite Eight, on to the Final Four and ultimately the NCAA Championship.
To wish for less would be sacrilegious. And, I'm trying to be a good Catholic during lent.
GO ZAGS . . . . March on, Mania!
3 comments:
Well, not only did I enter my own predictions in the office pool, but a coworker and I actually submitted Obama's picks in the office pool too. I just printed his bracket out from whitehouse.gov and turned it in. :)
-Annie
May the luck of the Irish shine upon you, the ZAGS, and O'Bama!
Love,
Mom
I have the page from SR (like in your picture)for your Mom... will give it to her Tuesday
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