Every year, March Madness reminds me of my own storied basketball career. As I transitioned into college at Duke, being somewhat of a high-school star, I decided to try out for the taxi squad on the freshman team. Duke that year was well stacked with three future All Americans and NBA players but they needed some competition in practice and I was a prospective servant for the greater cause — not Duke — but my chance to show off and get a girl into the backseat of a car for the first time. Neither came to pass as I was cut during the first tryout session and cut frequently as well on second and third dates in parking lots behind the sorority houses.