Beware the Ides of March.
The Cowboys beat the Sooners in a thrilling 1 point Big 12 tournament game, only to lose to Missouri who will face Baylor in the finals. Soon, the NCAA brackets will be announced and it will be March Madness for all the roundball fans. I’m not a big sports fan and basketball isn’t my favorite sport, but the college elimination tournament in the spring is one of my top sporting events of the year. No, not so big that I fill out a bracket and go nuts, but big enough that I will watch at least two or three games on TV, even if I have to leave the house to do it. College sports beat pro sports for me; I’m pretty unlikely to be a big Thunder fan, despite the hype in the local media.
Amid all the blooming Bradford pear trees, there are a few redbuds showing. I am getting antsy with all the cloudy and cool weather, being a convertible owner and all, but I’m hoping the rains mean a spectacular blooming around the corner. “If winter comes, can spring be far behind?” “And now, this winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this son of York.” “Everybody talks about the weather, but nobody does anything about it.”
OK, now I’ve done the obligatory bit. How ’bout them Sooners? and banalities about the weather.
I intend this post to pile on the previous one about men and women: they are different and there’s nothing you can do about it. “Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em.”
Any other old business? Oh, yes, I almost forgot the also obligatory personal bitch and trenchant observations about life in America. Well, let’s see … you eat, you crap; you drink, you piss; you sleep until you wake; and, you fuck until you can’t and then you die. Mysterious and paradoxical, no?

That’s why you read the blogs, folks. For the insight and deep, penetrating looks into the inner workings of life.

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