45 in the sun. Still 37 at 10:30 pm.

Saw Mal on tv today. He's driving Zamboni again this year for the state tournament, and you can see the two machines circling the rink between periods in the long shots from above. One of the announcers ventured down rinkside to interview the University School Milwaukee* coach, and here came one Zamboni up against the glass... and then Mal, in the dark knit cap, making a path alongside.

Looking good Zamboni guy!

Myself, I've been enjoying the kind, higher-than-norm spring temps. And the sun, strong as she is these days. Itching to get the vegetable seeds sprouted, but much too early for that. And, if "in like a lamb, out like a lion" holds sway, then we might have a wetter than even-the-melting-now late March, right?

Personally, I rather like lions, but that's a story for another day.
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* Damned if the long-shot didn't win this year, and I didn't see them coming -- had them bowing out in the semifinals: instead, USM beat Stoughton Thursday night, and even in the live stream, you could tell Stoughton's fans were out in force and making noise.

Last night, they took out Notre Dame Academy, who beat Madison Edgewood in opening play. And then USM, the non-top 10 ranked team, nor honorable mention even, played Giant killer: dashing Wausau West's championship dreams, handing the top-ranked team their only second loss this year. Those ones tend to hurt hardest I'll bet, coming as the kids aren't used to losing, and it's all over so suddenly.

But spring is in the air; other sports beckon. I think, in retrospect, the cashier at Walgreens was even flirting with me today. I won't recount the conversation, but really: who comes over to help you pick out gum these days? It's the spring weather, all right.