The Mayor noticed on the front page of the paper that it's March already. Sure enough, he turned on the tube and there's basketball(aka roundball, ball) going on. It's now championship week. Across the nation, young men are striving:striving to make the cut, striving to make the hallowed ground of the Final Four and the National Championship Game. Of course, like most young men in these situations, they lie in bed at night dreamin': dreamin' of making the big time, the NBA, where miracles occur and dreams come true. They've been practicing for years, they've been yelled at by these wildmen they called "Coach" for so long they hardly hear them anymore.
Now, it's 'showtime': no more talk, do the 'walk'! Show your stuff and hope you win because if you don't, there's not much left for losers and also rans. Those folks go back to campus and try harder and some go home, back to the 'hood and anonymity. "I coulda been somebody; now I'm a nobody".
An American story-Madness, and it starts in March.
Locals along the westshore follow the Wolfpack, the Nevada team. They haven't done much lately, but that doesn't bother the locals. Some California schools have a following: UCLA, USF, USC, UC Berkeley, or little Peppardine, or even Santa Clara, but they're followed mostly by visitors and 2nd home owners from the Bay Area. Some seasonal employees about don't follow round ball at all: too busy trying to survive. Understandable in this recession-first things first, and they didn't go to college anyway.
Watch it and go mad,too.
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