At the start of the day I was feeling so overwhelmed by psychological burdens that the prospect of minding the Madness wasn't giving me the usual thrill. But I eased into the games while doing household chores and then found myself watching the end of the Butler-Old Dominion game, then the Morehead State-Louisville game and, just now, the Tempe-Penn State game, all of which had fabulous endings. I know that the overall level of play has declined since the days when most good players stayed in school for at least three years, but the excitement has never been better. And that's why I'm feeling a whole lot better about life at the moment. It's a pretty cheap form of therapy, but it works like a charm for me.

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