Ah, yes…March Madness…the time of year when my husband mans the remote and watches his bracket as if he had more riding on his picks than simply a beer with the boys. That’s okay. While he cheered on his Oregon Ducks, I shot some hoops with one of my boys…and my only girl. We gave it our best. And in basketball that’s all anyone can hope for, right?
When Did #MarchMadness Become A #Spelling Bee?