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This is how much one man’s perspective of the world has changed in nine years.

On Sunday night, as my wife and I sat on our sofa awaiting President Obama to go live  with a stunning, sleep-stalling, late-Sunday-night announcement, we speculated on what awful message we would hear, saying silent prayers for our world, our country and our family.

And we never, not for one second, not even in an idle thought, speculated that the news we would hear would be that this awful murderer of thousands, Osama bin Laden, had been brought to the ultimate justice.

So you think the weather was nasty and no one showed up for your big event? This is how my weekend went:

An emotional funeral for a beloved family member on Friday, then at my desk at home on Saturday and Sunday, bleeding on the tax altar.

Please don’t tell me you’re sorry for my loss, but that the tax stuff was my problem for procrastinating. I’ve heard that. I understand. I didn’t mean for the process to be that way, but it just spiraled down that drain.

Greetings once again, sports fans. If one didn’t know better, he might think that the idea of Butler and Virginia Commonwealth playing each other in the Final Four this weekend was simply an April Fool’s Day joke, along the lines of Taco Bell claiming in 1996 that they had purchased the Liberty Bell and were renaming it “The Taco Liberty Bell,” or the full-page ad that Burger King placed in USA Today in 1998 announcing the introduction of a new item to their menu: a "Left-Handed Whopper."

Last Thursday afternoon, when everyone from Fulton to Flatwoods was mesmerized with the bouncing of a basketball in one place or another, there were two people I know who did their best to avoid that madness that tends to grip us in March.
That would be my wife and me.
Yes, on Thursday, the geniuses who program the NCAA Tournament chose to have the University of Louisville play Morehead State at 1:45 p.m. and Kentucky to square off with Princeton about 45 minutes later.