March, the longest month of our entire lives, is reportedly ending

(We hope.)

It’s ending.

We hope it’s ending.

March 2020, the single longest month in the history of the world, will come to an end tomorrow. At least I really hope it will come to an end tomorrow. I’m not going to believe it until I see the calendar and see April 1, and not like, March 32, or the black, dead eyes of Satan himself laughing at me, I won’t believe it.

Do you remember the tornadoes that hit Nashville? It was terrible, a lot of people had homes damaged. Lives were lost.

That was March. That was this same month. If you had asked me that this morning, I would have told you that happened in January, or possibly back in 2019. No, it happened on March 2. That was this month.

What about in the political realm? How about Super Tuesday, when Joe Biden was buoyed by Pete Buttigieg and Amy Klobuchar dropping out of the race, and ran out to a big delegate lead over Bernie Sanders?

That was March. That happened this month. Technically, Pete Buttigieg was still running for president in March. He dropped out on the first, but for a day that occurred THIS MONTH, Buttigieg was still in the presidential field.

I barely remember what Mayor Pete looks like. He looked like Celtics coach Brad Stevens, right?

Mayor Pete? Celtics coach Brad Stevens? Who’s to say.

A global pandemic started causing thousands of people to die. Cities, entire countries, were shut down. All the major professional sports leagues were canceled or postponed, an unprecedented number of people filed for unemployment, our economy tanked, and we all ran out of toilet paper. That’s happened in the last, like, two and a half weeks.

Anyway, tomorrow, it’s over. March will end. April will start. The month T.S. Eliot famously called “the cruelest.” I don’t see how it could possibly be crueler.