March Isn't Green, It's Mad

most people associate march with st. patrick's day.
the green beer, green shirts and green face paint.

not me.
for me, march isn't green, it's mad.

for me, march is the 10 seed that beat that 2 seed in the second round.
the player that put his team on his shoulders and carried them through to the elite eight.
the mascots, fans, cheerleaders, coaches, the school band and announcers
yeah baby.

for me, march is blue and white,
but a royal blue, not a baby blue.

for me, there is constant background noise of a ball through a net,
perfectly through the net.
a quick stop, a pull up j and the fight for the rebound,
but there rarely is one.
the soundtrack of march is repetitive.
cheering, pain, whistles and yelling, war cries from the student section.

it's at the buzzer.
it's on the line.
it's do or die.


fuck off st. patrick,
march isn't about you.
march is about the madness.