Last Thursday afternoon our three boys and I came into the house from the bus stop and planted ourselves in front of the tv to watch the end of a basketball game. Well, planted might be the wrong word. Planted tends to insinuate that you are sitting and still. None of us were sitting, or still. One was bouncing from one couch to another, another was constantly popping up and down on the chair to the left of the entertainment center, and the other was pacing back and forth between the tv and the coffee table. Where was I? Well, I was everywhere. In the kitchen, at the counter, in the living room, getting the mail, and finally just hiding on the porch waiting to hear what tone the boys' screams came out in so I would no whether to be elated or upset. My nerves don't handle close games very well. In the end, our Tigers pulled it out and Auburn went on to the second round of the tournament and defeated Kansas a few days later to make it to the Sweet Sixteen.