It seems like every year, along with basketball fever, Mother Nature turns her head and allows winters wrath to be ushered in for one last hoorah.
I remember times, as a child, getting iced or snowed in during the month of March and there being NOTHING on television – any of the three channels we had back then, besides basketball. I realized then that March Madness wasn’t about the basketball fans being mad about the sport, but the fact that basketball could and was being used as sports style warfare to drive non basketball fans completely mad by consuming every aspect of entertainment humanly possible – at least inside the Indiana borders.
I sometimes try to forget the whole March Madness and horrible weather connection until I have no choice. This morning, the dreaded annual event took place.
As the sun began to shed it’s shadowed and tired light across my front yard, I looked out the window to find my trees drooping, branches snapping and falling to the ground and the sparkling, chilled remnants of March Madness being ushered in left clinging to what limbs have found the strength to combat winter’s wrath the only way they know how.
This my friends is what March Madness means to me:
Now what could possibly be fun about that? And now I’m left without power, writing blog posts offline and saving them as drafts until winter’s wrath decides to move on to her next victim somewhere east of here.
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while it looks beautiful I know how bad it is. Especially for you I remember the last time we talked on the phone you had to check something outside to make sure it didn’t freeze over. I hate to give ya bad news but my dad is in california and told me they just got over having a bad rain storm, we are getting it next which means in about a week or less you’ll get that too.
Hope it goes around you.
I remember weather like that when I lived in Indiana. I left it behind when I moved to Florida, only to get it back again when I moved to Kansas. Now I’m missing Indiana again, because my parents are telling me that none of that crazy crap has really happened to them (they’re in Evansville).