Well . . . instead of telling you about my feelings or thoughts about the subject I was going to, let me instead speak of the time of year.
This is the best time of year for sports. Bar none.
Football is over. We know who the World Champions are (within reason). But there is the draft coming up. All the marginal players will make the papers for leaving and selective hold-outs will be making noises. And the trials will be coming up for the scouts to look at.
Then there are the basketball hoop-la’s to look forward to – college, and pro. Lots of noise.
Baseball is slowly filling the news. A player here, a hint there, and, hopefully the weather will allow it, a few pictures of green grass, white fences, uniformed players lollying about the outfield and pretending to stretch out muscles and ham strings.
Last night there was the Sprint Unlimited NASCAR race, the pre-cur sorer to the Daytona 500, which kicks off the thirty-six weeks of NASCAR racing.
(Which might be ten weeks too long, because it covers up both the beginning of football and the ending of baseball – which is, itself, too damn long)
So, yes. The best time of year for Sport.
Which beats the hell out of war in the Balkans, war in the Middle East (please tell me where the Near East is) and war in Africa. Don’t you agree?
From the reaches,