So, the time has come where my Thursday and Friday evenings (because thats when Royal is home) and weekends are filled with the sound of cheering audiences, buzzing noices, annoying broadcasters who repeat the same thing over and over and over (which provides great ammunition for me to make fun of them), and a strange phenomenon happens where 2 mins can really take 30 mins.  That’s right, I’m talking about March Madness.  Never in my life have I ever really cared about college basketball, but now my life is going to revolve around it.  Although, the past few years, I’ve been playing along just to make it a little more interesting for myself.  Royal prints me off a bracket and I fill out what teams I think are going to win, and we have a competition (because it wouldn’t be our marriage if there wasn’t something to compete over) to see who can get the most right.  Royal is an avid sports follower.  He knows who plays for what team, what teams are good, what teams squeeked into the tourny, etc…  Basically, I can read the names of the schools off the paper and recognize most of them, but not because I follow basketball, just because I may have heard the name one time in my life, and that’s about it.  So, last night, Royal hands me my bracket and says, ‘Fill this out in pen’.  What?  Does he take me for a cheater???  A lot of times my strategy for picking teams has been far more successful than all his analyzing.  I choose what teams will win sometimes based on their seed in the tourny, but for the most part if I like the name of the school (like Wake Forest, I always put Wake Forest thru the bracket b/c I think it has a cool name…too bad their not in it this year), or if I like their colors, or sometimes when I can’t decide, I ask Royal what their mascot’s are.  If one is a tiger and one is a bird, well a tiger will always beat a bird, so I will put the school whose mascot is a tiger as the winner of that game.  Genious I know!!!

When Jayden and I got home today, I flipped on the tv to see if any of my teams were winning (so far it’s looking good for me!), and I fixed Jayden lunch.  We were having lunch a little late today, so I thought for sure he would just scarf it down.  He kept fussing and saying he was all done at the table, so I got him down and figured he was just gonna go hungry.  Little did I know how much Royal has been rubbing off on him.  Obviously, Jayden remembers March from last year, because he grabs his sandwich and heads over to his little table in the family room, that he just so happens to be able to see the tv from, and sits down and finishes eating the rest of the lunch while watching a little b-ball.  Guess we’re gonna have to let Jayden fill out a bracket next year.