March, with all the hardcourt madness, can’t help but put me in the time machine.

I had just jumped from age 6 to 7 when I saw my first high school state tournament. My parents piled a bunch of the younger kids in for a trip to Coos Bay. My brother Shannon was a backup on the 1969-70 Madras High team, and my dad was a crazy basketball fan since his days as a star player at his little Catholic school in El Reno, Oklahoma ... so a state tournament met the standard to prompt a rare getaway from town and the family business.