Anthony Leal was The Deal

    It is that time of year again. March.

    March Madness. For those of us that care about college basketball and winning, in the same breath, this is the time of year. Again. Shakespeare's augury witch spoke of the ides of March as the prelude to 

    For a guy like me who may have been spoiled by my childhood home Indiana Hoosiers and their successes, I am left to a life of what could-have-beens, what should-have-beens, the endless why did-it-have-to-bes, the whys, the oh, why, do we have to suffer our round ball fates so?

    In Indiana, for some of us, or a lot of us:

    Basketball is life.

    Life is basketball.

    Life is torment.

    Life is exuberance and euphoria.

    Winning, grinning, and not much sinning.

    And, oh the exultation! The jubilation! The celebration, of cutting down the nets.

    In the Superdome, in Philadelphia, wherever that championship game is staged.

    My Indiana Hoosiers were ready to do it.

    TIME OUT!

    John Feinstein just died! 69 years old of natural causes.

    Wow....

    New blog post coming up.