Madness turns to Sadness/Gladness

The sun is shining this morning.  Today is spring.  Yesterday was winter and continued ZAGmania.

It did not take us long at my sisters' house last night to drown our sorrows and move on to the future.  We ate strawberry/rhubarb pie and ice cream for our "wake" of sorts as we watched the ZAGS end their season.

We must admit getting tired of hearing about the Jimmer virtually 9 out of every 10 comments during the first half.  The game was not ALL THINGS JIMMER, but it seemed that way in the beginning.

If Jimmer did not take a shot, Jimmer was being patient.  If another BYU player made a shot, certainly Jimmer was to blame or should that be "got credit."  

That Jimmer idolizes Gonzaga Bulldog guard David Stockton's dad John somewhat softened the overkill on Jimmermania coming from the announcers' lips.

I don't want to take away anything from the Jimmer's story or from his uncanny ability to hit the big shots and play a good game of basketball.  I just believe all sports commentators must learn that there are ten players on the floor, all contributing to a team.

The others deserve recognition too.

Enough said, the Bulldogs lost to a team prepared to win a big one.  I hope the BYU Cougars provide at least a bit of redemption for our ZAGS by going all the way and winning the National Championship.

In the meantime, the sun is shining this morning, and our sadness last evening clicked almost immediately on our gladness buttons.  

We shall leave our beloved ZAGS men's team behind for another several months, we'll pull for the Lady ZAGS to keep moving on through their tournament, and we'll get fully engaged in all things spring. 

The timing could not have been more perfect for that big full moon to drift over the mountains in readiment for this morning's big, beautiful sun.  

Snow will melt.  Hair will drop from horses' hides.  Plants outside will rise from their winter beds toward the sky. Grass will grow and turn green. Birds will sing louder than ever.  Heavy winter clothes will go to the closets.

It's all good this morning, and we are no longer sad----just thankful for another year of wintertime entertainment, provided for us with each game's expectation of how our ZAGS are gonna do this year and will they make it to the Dance.

They got much better at the end of the season, as they should.  They survived adversity and keen competition to be allowed into the Dance door.  They waltzed beautifully through one round and stumbled badly in another.

But that's okay.  There's always next winter, and we'll be ready to settle down from our busy outdoor lives to once again revive our own brand of ZAGmania. 

For now, SUN, bring it on!