Yesterday, we welcomed the first day of spring with the traditional egg balance.

After a successful balance, the men departed to their couch venue to watch the first of sixteen thousand hours of March madness NCAA basketball.

After April 7th, when the final game is played in the Alamodome, I expect to have a conversation with one of them that does not involve a spherical object of any sort.

And maybe by then, the snow will be gone as well.

Or maybe not.