february 15th is a great day…
Though it is the shortest month, February feels like an eternity. It is a gaping maw in my sports world. I can’t seem to get myself interested in the NBA, there is no madness until March, and try as I might, I can’t seem to invest myself in the progress of the Devils until Spring.
The sky is dismal, life is cold, and the snow just looks like slush. It is a bleak February, indeed. Yet through all this, a small ray of hope breaks through the grey misery. It is a promise of green, warmth, happiness, and cheers. It is the incantation for weekends and friends and barbecues and cold beer all found in four magical words:
Pitchers and catchers report.