It was such a lazy, easy weekend. The wife and I took the hound to the lake for a swim, we caught a matinee, and NBC found the weekend so wide open they chose to broadcast bull riding on Sunday afternoon.
Clearly, America was in a post-Masters, post-Final Four comedown. You need those weekends, when nothing happens, to make the other weekends seem so sweet. Sort of like how we needed U2 to record "Pop" so we could all embrace their return to form on their last two albums.