I never went to a college basketball game in college.
The idea of sweaty arms in my personal space—
Anyone’s personal space—
I don’t like it.
But for a few weeks in March,
I think of any possible connection
To any of the sixty-four teams,
And track the scores and feel elated or not.
My boys crowded around the computer,
Cheering for a team we know nothing about,
Because their opponent beat the home team,
And the enemy of my enemy is a friend. I guess.
We can be basketball fans a few hours a year.
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