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Old sports writers never die, they just move on to the next ballgame, the next high school track meet, or a dusty weekend rodeo, and of course, another story deadline.

It is basketball fever in the Nation. And I had it. It was the most enjoyable and heartbreaking experience at the same time. I was rooting for all the reservation teams. In a basketball sense, it felt like it was the Rez against the rest of the world.

If President Jonathan Nez coughs, you can see it on social media. Just kidding, but everywhere Nez goes is dutifully presented with photos on Facebook and Twitter. You can see images of him shaking hands or posing next to a person or couple or group of people at this and that event, at this and that location.

This Earth Day we stand on the brink of emergence into a new, post-pandemic world.

“Don’t look at me with your eyes like that!” the lady barked at me.