Creeping Inexorably Toward A Worthwhile Sub-Heading.
Thursday, February 26, 2004
No, this is not a State Of The Hairline Address (and for your information, I remain fully folicled). Rather, it's a status report on my patience. Anyone reading this on purpose is likely experiencing similar feelings, and anyone who has read my recent posts can surely see the strain. I'm cranky, snarky, and full of malarkey, and while I've yet to present a public danger, for the love of all kittens, note the word "yet."
I don't want to say that February is an evil month, after all, there's Valentine's Day and that's.....
Okay, so February is an evil month, made more acute to the baseball fan by the Tickle N' Tease Fest that is the opening of Spring Training: "Ahhhh, look at them stretch!" "Ooooh, he's leaning on a bat!" "Wow, they're all running backwards!"
It goes on like this for two weeks or more, and as reward for chasing this carrot, come March we get....a second carrot! Exhibition games begin, and as far as salves for shaved nerves go, this is like replacing the promise of Christmas presents with actual presents under the tree. In November.
For a couple of months there's been a tightness in my chest. Some would say a doctor should be called, but I know that's unnecessary. I can make it better. I've felt it release. Every time I flip by ESPN Classic and see an old World Series game, or a famous no-hitter, my body breathes again. It's like a big sigh after a hard day, like seeing an old friend long removed, like falling asleep in a loved-one's arms.
It's not enough, though. I need more, and more is on the way. Spring is here and April is near. Saddle up, boys, it's ridin' time.