About My Father's Business

I recently had the chance to take my 7 year old daughter on a date to a Jazz game.  Basketball isn't her favorite sport, but she loves spending time with her dad.  She's loves to learn and is very excited about math in school so she spent most of the game trying to figure out which team was winning and by how much.  Unfortunately, it wasn't the Jazz. In a game where they had to win to have a shot at making they playoffs, they fell flat.  It was a hard game to watch for a die-hard fun such as myself because we just couldn't seem to make a shot. My daughter noticed this too.  I remember listening to the talking heads on the radio the next morning break down the game and analyze every detail to find out what went wrong, but my daughter provided the best analysis I'd heard.  We were watching the Jazz warm up at halftime and she said to me "Dad, how come they [the Jazz] can make these three pointers, but not the other ones?"  She had noticed during the gam

March is a magical time of year.  A time when Winter begins the give way to Spring.  A time when flowers begin to bloom and the morning air is filled with the songs of birds.  But more important, it's time for March Madness.  Time for filling out brackets and all-you-can-eat college basketball.  (In my opinion Selection Sunday should be declared a National Holiday). All over the nation people everywhere take time out of their busy lives to fill out brackets.  Even people that don't gamble fill one out.  Even my wife, who sort of hates basketball, fills one out.  Everyone has their own method.  Some people spend hours breaking down match-ups and analyzing teams strengths and weaknesses.  Some people pick based on which mascot would win in a fight.  I know one person who picked for/against colleges that accepted/denied her husband's application.  And everyone is in it to win it. Its interesting to me how much satisfaction we get when a team we picked wins a game, or