March Sadness

Every year around this time, all the men in the world gather around their televisions, radios and arenas to watch the spectacle known as "March Madness".
But what they don't know is that every woman in their lives call this same time of year "March Sadness".
Whether they're making plans to make more babies. Planning one of their famous last week and a half of March-vacations or just totally PMSing, these ladies are left at home to cry. All of them.
Sure, they have the full and loving attention of their male counterparts the rest of the year, but that doesn't matter.
I often walk by the women's restroom at my local place of employment and hear the weeping.
Mascara everywhere. The jarring horn-like sound of noses being blown. Red eyes for days.
It's all there, fellas.
So, while you're enjoying your favorite time of the year, take a second to think about your wife. Or your daughter. Or your mother. Or your friend's wife. Or your future daughters.
And when you get home, be sure to pick a daisy from the neighbor's garden, dust off the soil and hand it to your wife as she tries to make you out from behind her swollen and blurry eyes.
Then get right back to drinking an ice cold Bud Light.

And tell her she can take a swig if she's down for it.