It’s still weeks away, but two things are already certain about April 7, the day of the NCAA men’s basketball tournament championship.
One, I’ll shed a few tears—that “One Shining Moment” montage gets me every time—and, two, I’ll be enjoying all the excitement in the comfort of a local restaurant or pub.
Sure, I have a brand new high-definition TV and I make a mean guacamole, so hosting a tailgate at my apartment is always an option. But there’s something about that sense of comm
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