“March Madness” to a basketball aficionado is pulsating and enrapturing—it satiates hunger for intense competition like mana from heaven. Perhaps its appeal is so widespread because it encompasses so many hopefuls across the land.
Who would have heard of Gonzaga if it hadn’t been for March Madness? You would have thought that the crusty old baseball commissioner Kennesaw Mountain Landis had risen from the dead the way Kennesaw State reacted to getting a bid to the Big Dance in the last fortnight.
In the NCAA tournament, David often slays Goliath. An ant is always moving the rubber tree plant.