March Madness in my house equals my husband standing 2 feet from the tv yelling very creative combinations of expletives for the entirety of the tournament. He gets so involved in games that showcase schools he’s never even heard of. I don’t understand it. How can you get so mad at people you’ll never meet? And the yelling. Oh, the yelling. It’s like the dad from A Christmas Story moves into my house for a month. Pray for me.