Finish this sentence: I love baseball because ...
I hate snow. There, I said it.
My wife and kids are calling me “Scrooge” because of my outward vitriol aimed at the snow. It’s easy to ridicule the bitter worker while you’re frolicking on a sled, I figure.
Grab my shovel for a few hours and then see if Jack Frost doesn’t blow.
OK, I’m feeling better. Nothing an Irish coffee and a little venting at Connolly’s can’t solve.
While I was helping a neighbor dig out for the second time in a three days, I was thinking about how good it will be to see baseball again.
I don’t head down to Florida until March, but I’ll be spending a chunk of that month there, finally free from snow.
That’s one of the reasons I love baseball. Another is because of the unique history that comes with it. I recently received a coffee table book that is heavier than a standard coffee table. It’s about Major League ballparks, with impressive, panoramic shots and detailed histories.
I love the NFL, and understand the history of the NBA and NHL. But, really, how interesting would it be to flip through a book of old football stadiums and hockey arenas? But the old ballparks? That hooked me.
So in this, the 212th straight day of shoveling snow, I am going to toss out a very simple statement that will hopefully get your mind off the winter weather. All you need to do is finish it. Unlike my driveway, which is seemingly unending.
Daily Think Special: Finish this sentence: I love baseball because ...