Men are clinging to football on a level we aren’t even aware of.  For centuries, we ruled everything, and now, in the last ten minutes, there are all these incursions by women.  It’s our Alamo.

Tony Kornheiser

It is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before…
There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field…
We from to-day, my Friend, will date
The opening of the year.
Love, now an universal birth,
From heart to heart is stealing,
From earth to man, from man to earth:
—It is the hour of feeling.

William Wordsworth (1770–1850)