Enjoying March Without the Madness

At a crowded bar in midtown Manhattan one recent evening, I spotted a photograph, posted to the door: two blond babies, one laughing, the other crying, and Photoshopped onto their little white shirts the logos, respectively, of the North Carolina Tar Heels and the Duke University Blue Devils. This was a Tar Heel bar, so the Blue Devil baby sobbed hysterically, a nod to the schools’ bitter rivalry. On a large flat-screen television, North Carolina, on the way to their nineteenth Final Four, and tenth National Championship appearance, was facing off against a tenacious but overmatched Indiana team. Beer was served in light-blue cups, shipped, I was told, from a popular student hangout in Chapel Hill.

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