I love March Madness. More than I love ... coffee. And that's a lot.
I missed half of the games today but I am not ashamed to say that my ticket to Vampire Weekend inadvertently went unused because the allure of madness was so strong. Nor am I ashamed to say that I plan on staying in bed until at least 1pm tomorrow watching games.
It is a simple kind of love. One that might be tested by a few bracket busters, but one that ultimately stakes claim on my heart for all time and eternity.