Bucky, (top left sitting on New Yorker magazine) and I live in North Carolina, and in March, it is all basketball, all the time. NCAA March Madness…it sweeps the country. We are in the ACC here, so we had our ACC Tournament, here in Greensboro (for the last time until 2020?), then the action moves to The Big Dance, The Sweet 16, The Final Four and the inevitable conclusion. Everyone, even President Obama, fills out their brackets, and naturally, cause it’s March Madness and college basketball, there are always exciting turnovers and unexpected wins. Then, shaazzamm, it’s April, and we start dyeing our Easter Eggs, Mama got very amused one year when a small school from Pennsylvania, Lehigh University, in Bethlehem, PA, won the National Championship, because around here, if it’s not Carolina, Duke, NC State, etc, nothing else exists. Heck, when we go to Fala To The Rescue Day , deep in SEC territory, some of my pals are wearing their Auburn, Alabama and Georgia outfits to match their hoomans attire. So maybe two years ago, Lehigh wins the Championship, and everyone here is saying…WHO?…oh my god, their uniforms are horrible, THEY LOOK LIKE UPS DELIVERYMEN ….and Mama is smirking, cause down here, if you say my kid is going to Smith College, Princeton, MIT, Sarah Lawrence, Brown University or lord help you, Lehigh, cause you want to go to an excellent, low profile school with one of the top Engineering programs in the country, you might as well call Ghost Busters. Just sayin’. Mama lived in Alabama during the Charles Barkley years, met Bear Bryant, AND George Wallace ( but that is another story for another blog) and while she doesn’t physically fill out a bracket, she has one in her head. So today, we figured that everypawdy who is not a sore loser would be watching the Duke game ( Duke can be puke to other ACC school fans), and it would be the PERFECT time to run to the store for a few things. And it was – The Twilight Zone had descended. So within 10 minutes, start to finish, our shopping was done and we were back watching Duke…who we don’t think is puke. And yep, Duke advanced.