Praise Jebus!

Today is the day, chickens!

Our long, cold winter is coming to an end. The truck departs gray, dreary Boston for the sunny climes of Florida and when they all come back, it'll be spring! It's better than that damn, pessimistic groundhog in Pennsylvania. What does he know anyway? He's a freakin' groundhog-he's got no cognitive abilities, whatsoever.

The weather in Boston today? A high temperature of 39 degrees with afternoon rain/snow showers, 68% humidity, and a southerly wind between four and seven miles per hour.

The weather in Fort Myers two days later? Mostly sunny with a high near 77 degrees, 54% humidity, and an East Northeast wind between five and fourteen miles per hour.

More important than the weather or the impending arrival of spring? Could it be the imminent prospect of actual, honest-to-goodness baseball? Yeah, I think so.

Baseball. The thought of it makes me giddy. Of course, it's also the time of year that people start to give you weird looks. "How can you adore a game that really has nothing to do with you?" they want to know. "What are you talking about? It's a truck loaded with baseball equipment driving down to Florida. What's exciting about that?"




In the fall, either they've gotten used to your obsession or fallen in love with baseball themselves and they can accept your devotion but in the early-early spring, when the roads are icy and you're buried under three feet of snow, only the crazies think about baseball. It's a time when you need to have an explanation for something that is really inexplicable. Trying to explain it satisfactorily here is just as hard as trying to explain it to the uninitiated.




If it weren't too corny, I would say "I live for this" but it is too corny so I won't. It does deserve a woot, though. Woot!