Maybe it’s only me.   Maybe everyone else is madly filling out brackets while I’m here scratching my head wondering what all the fuss is about.  Am I the only one who finds the whole March Madness thing a bit much?  Like fantasy baseball, mastering drywall, and sitting in the conclave, there are entire life experiences that I may never quite enjoy with quite the robustness of, let’s be honest, men.

Yes, I am a Hoya, at least by some distant connection via Georgetown Law School.  And yes, there was a time when I actually did go to some games, even in the skybox at the then-Cap Centre.  I worked in Georgetown Development during That Championship Year in 1984 and even thrilled to stand next to Patrick Ewing one day at Wisemiller’s during the off-season.  He was very, very tall.  But that was long, long ago…

Since then,  I’ve sworn-off giant inflatable bulldogs and hollering out, “Hoya Saxa!”  Really.

March Madness blooms again as sure as the dandelions creeping across my front yard.  And of course, I wish the Blue and Gray every success, and may even cheer for the home team if (when) they reach the Final Four this year.

I only have one wish:  will the guys cheer as loud and long for the women’s teams as they expect us to cheer for them?

How about you?  Have you filled in your brackets?  Or are you, like me, a charter member of March Madness Anonymous?  Let me know by commenting below…