Mis Escritos Y Pensamientos

March Madness, oh I love thee.  You're a fickle lover, however.  One moment I'm on cloud nine, and then, and then...I'm heartbroken.  Still, no matter how often I become angry or frustrated, I keep coming back to you.  When will the turmoil end?  Well, usually it subsides sometime around May, after I've had time to come down from a joyous championship, or rebound from another loss.  Then December comes and that's when I begin to feel the promise that you're coming back.  Around and around you go, but no matter how much I want to protect myself from the madness, I can't help it. So, here we go again.

Go Wildcats!