I know what you are thinking. You are tired of Nicole's boring posts about babies and schoolsits and dogsits and whosits. And you are anxiously anticipating Ryan's next entry. Well, my loyal minions, your wait is over. As a sports fan, I cannot help but love this weekend, and really thise whole week. The Final Four, Baseball's Opening Day, The Masters, and, of couse, Wrestlemania. This all got me thinking... Although football may be America's passion, September seldom brings the excitement of sport that March and April boast. The onset of the football season (and the revolting idolatry and debauchery that accompany it) coincides with the death of the natural beauty of the world. The colors on the trees pop and fade. The weather turns cold, and the once beautiful landscape is left barren. Contrast this with the coming of Spring and sports goodness it brings: the richness, the grandeur, and the purity of America's pasttime; the drama and excitement that is March madne...