and dreams of spring.
The curmudgeon in me yearns already for wintergloom , but it’s hard to be cranky when painted faces of Hope and Awe, proud Mama’s and Papa’s, hoop heads and exuberant road-tripping teens are blowin’ their horns in Providence (where we welcome musicians).
I think the ncaa men’s basketball tournament is about the best jolt from the doldrums anyone could pray for – and we all get to watch for free the best reality show ever: featuring amazing young athletes swooozing through endless others as astounding as him(er)self through rings of fire and still being in a very big light of very hot energy hitting the shot in a gorgeous grand-jete from foul line to rim.
putting on a very great show that won’t end until they splice the last frame into One Shining Moment and the Media Circus vans leave town – some for the Highway to Houston, the rest to sleeping in on a spring smelling day.
It always rejuvenates me.
For final thoughts on the final seconds of this 2016 men’s final .. stay tuned.