As the old song goes,
I'm through with romance.
I'm through with love.
I'm through with countin' the stars above.
And here's the reason that I'm so free:
My pretty baaaaby is through with me.
One of my Winter survival techniques is to watch college basketball, and since I randomly live near Madison Wisconsin I randomly follow and cheer for the Badgers.
And oh what a year it has been. Big Ten champs, B10 tourney champs, and getting as far as the Sweet Sixteen in the Big Dance. So a little Presbyterian school with 1750 students beat the living hope out of my boys? So what, they had a wonderful year.
But now that they're done, the bloom is off the rose as far as my caring a lot about college basketball anymore.
Some fan I've turned out to be. But you know, is basketball for the fan or the fan for basketball, is what I want to know. I figure it is there to serve me.
Bring on baseball and the Brewers, for whom I will randomly cheer!