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The Least Wonderful Time of the Year
February 23, 2009 - John Mehno
There ought to be a song, really. Or at least a specific name for this "blah" time of year.
The holidays are long gone, and the NFL season has faded away, too. We're still five long weeks from the start of baseball and, no, exhibition games don't cut it. I've been to Bradenton, and it's not a real game when pitchers are running their sprints on the warning track.
Basketball? Not so much. Those last minutes that stretch into half hours make me crazy. I can appreciate the skill of the NBA players and sometimes catch parts of those middle-of-the-night replays on ESPN. I've never had much interest in any college sports so, aside from looking for Pitt on TV, that's not going to work. By the way, if you're a college basketball fan, heaven is just a basic cable connection away. Looks like there are at least 33 games on every night, and you should never be more than a few minutes away from a fresh tip-off.
Hockey is so lousy on TV, it's hard to watch. The Penguins have a March schedule that's packed with home games, so that will help keep me busy.
The rest of time would be perfect for hibernation -- or at least to catch up on the Netflix DVD I've had since November.