College is great don’t get me wrong, but high school in the spring time was the best. When I was in high school, spring meant basketball. We would meet up after school to shoot hoops and then watch the NCAA tournament by night. We would fill brackets out and put money on the fore mentioned brackets. The teachers would let us watch the tournament games during class and if they didn’t we would sneak off and watch them elsewhere. The sport, really being a winter sport, somehow has it’s greatest impact when the flowers bloom. It maybe because football is finally over but I believe it is because of the games played in March. Growing up, that is a dream, to play basketball in front of fans(and girls) and make that game winning shot. We simulate all the best moments and before we knew it, it wasn’t spring because of Easter it was spring because of hoops. From the sound of sneakers against the pavement to the swish of the net, that is what we lived for. We didn’t care about homework or due dates we cared about the orange ball that spun from our fingers like we were the stars of the game. Spring is more than rain, we wanted confetti. It was less about the bees and more about how are game stung one another. Spring is where we became legends and became brothers, a family unbreakable and untouchable.That right there is the madness that is known as spring.