I’m A March Madness Widow
We had just sat down to breakfast at a quaint Connecticut inn last Monday morning, during a romantic midwinter getaway.
The fireplace was roaring. Calming new age music piped softly, and our innkeeper was busy preparing us a small feast. Perfect, I thought. It was precisely the kind of escape I’d imagined when we planned the trip weeks ago. Jon turned to me and smiled. “Can you hand me the sports section?” he asked.
I suppose I should have expected this: It is mid-March, the time when many a man’s fantasy turns to college hoops. In the coming weeks, I knew from experience, there would be brackets to fill out and seemingly endless games to watch with hawk-like vigor. But that wasn’t all. Read more…