The RP: Why March Madness Matters

An uninformed visitor to my old Kentucky home this week might conclude that they'd mistakenly walked onto the compound of a Prozac-fueled utopian cult.  An odd but euphoric delirium had descended upon the hills, hollers and hamlets of the Bluegrass State.  Men and women walking more upright, a bounce in their steps, a huge grin on their faces.  You couldn't meet a stranger: In grocery stores and city parks and shopping malls, neighbors who months before felt nothing in common were now...