March Madness
I am not, nor ever have been, a basketball player. The one or two seasons I donned a basketball uniform in junior high, I felt like I was an accomplished player if I fouled out of the game. Clearly, I didn’t have a clue what I was doing and I am not what people would call “athletic.” I found my authentic match when I switched to a cheerleading uniform and all that required was good ol’ fashioned positivity. That I could do. Despite that I know absolutely nothing about basketball, every March it becomes important to me. The competitiveness of
