IMG_0265Another March is upon us. And what a wonderful month it is.

“March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.” That uniquely odd simile solely applies to the month of March. Nobody says. “June comes in like a hummingbird and goes out like a seagull.” Or, “November comes in like a walrus and goes out like a polar bear.” Only March can declare that distinction.

Likewise, the Ides of March was a vehicle for William Shakespeare’s tragedy “Julius Caesar”. Prefaced poetically with a simple word, “Beware”, suddenly The Ides of March, a Mid-month date designation in the Roman calendar, casts an ominous shadow over things to come. I am not sure that, “Beware, the Ides of August” would so poetically portray portents of impending doom.

Then there is March Madness which has become synonymous with tournament basketball. No other sport necessarily refers to playoff season by a month. But say, “March Madness” and we know you are talking hoops. The unique thing about the sport of basketball is that because of tournament play, virtually every team ends their season with a loss, because at the end of it all, there’s only one winner. So, if your team ends up losing, you’re not alone.

Of course there is St. Patrick’s Day which is celebrated, usually to excess, on March 17. Who can forget the classic Dusseldorf regional where the Wicklow County Shamrocks played a classic game against the Pipers of Hamelin? At the end of regulation, it was tied. No snakes no rats. And to this day, people drink green beer in honor of the event.

Now the weathermen tell us that March is the beginning of “meteorological spring.” Yet, the temperature in Chicago is supposed to dip near zero on Wednesday. Spring, whereforth art thou?

But that’s March. Sometimes it’s hot. Sometimes it’s cold. Sometimes you win. Sometimes you lose. Sometimes, you just beware, but ya just gotta love the Madness.

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