This evening I write you from my couch, under a blanket, the fireplace hissing gas. The sky is white and bright. It’s freezing. The skin on my fingers is cracked. My daffodils are open beneath a blanket of snow. The weather in March is unexpected, no matter what, but one thing is constant: college basketball.
I have been filling in NCAA Men’s Basketball…
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