The biggest indicator of spring for me is that I have a new fantasy baseball roster to tinker with for the next 6 months.  I have bought my team and for better or for worse I have to manage it through to glory. You see, it’s not about the money. It’s about being able to say to the other owners:  ‘Hey, I know more about baseball than you do!’.   MLB starts on Sunday and my days of scoreboard watching are near at hand. I have my sports package geared up so I can surf through every ball game in realtime.  The laptop will soon be on fulltime so I can monitor my stats in realtime and see how the leaderboard is shaking up. I’ll be spending most of my spare ‘surfing’ time browsing the sportswire to keep up on player movements (even the bowel ones if it affects their playing time) in order to buy up those free agents and fill in my statistical gaps. Yes, baseball is here.Â
Some other spring queues:
- The smells from bbq’s while walking through the neigbourhood
- The birds (especially robins) singing well into dusk
- The rabbits eating my plants and nesting in my garden (only to be volun-told to vacate)
- The Mennonite smoke houses in full gear (presumably to cure the summer sausage….either that or some Plainfolk are soon going to have serious munchies)
- That ‘loamy’ smell that’s in the air – not to be mistaken for the putrid liquid manure smell that will soon permeate through even the most airtight fallout shelter
- Joggers baring their pasty white legsÂ
- My golf clubs crying out to me
- My beer needs to move from the garage to the fridgeÂ
Spring:Â Â Â Thank you for coming back.