Here are some Andy Mead photos from Game #1!

Also, I read on Beulah’s site that she is planning a match report – maybe even by tomorrow!

In a bizarre GOP twist, Newt Gingrich has converted to Catholicism and had his slate wiped clean.  Read about it in Pm’s House Blend – another addition to our links in the sidebar.

Here in Canterbury it’s still raw, grey, and definitely March!  It’s the kind of day when this cranky poem by Ms. Edna St. Vincent Millay has particular resonance!  (Thanks for sending it along, ChristopherCornblog!  Clearly, she was not doing well in her brackets)

Spring

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
I know what I know.
The sun is hot on my neck as I observe
The spikes of the crocus.
The smell of the earth is good.
It is apparent that there is no death.
But what does that signify?
Not only under ground are the brains of men
Eaten by maggots.
Life in itself
Is nothing,
An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs.
It is not enough that yearly, down this hill,
April
Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.

Ah, Edna – as usual, you’ve nailed it!