Enter March like a lion followed by April with plenty of religious angst and guilt.
We have March Madness, the Ides of March, MLB Spring Training which leads into the regular baseball season, Jesus’ resurrection and the parting of the Red Sea.
Now that March Madness has no emotional pull for me (Syracuse has defaulted due to NCAA inquiries), I will become a detached observer probably rooting for the latest Cinderella team.
I need to get spiritual and communicate with the deities as I do believe my NY Yankees will need a helping hand this season. The blessed Core Four of Jeter, Posada, Pettitte and Rivera are no more.
Spring training is in full swing with only superstar pitcher Masahiro Tanaka to idolize and who knows if his right elbow injury will rear its ugly head again this season.
The Yankees chances of a electrifying comeback season probably won’t pan out. Even Vegas is betting on mediocrity.
Has anyone checked out the Red Sox line up? The owners know how to spend money. They just purchased the contract of a 19 year-old Cuban infielder, Yoan Moncada, for $63 million and they scooped up heavy hitter Pablo Sandoval from the SF Giants. Add his power to 39 year-old Big Papi and lightweight, but gifted hitter Dustin Pedroia, along with Hanley Ramirez and the Yankees will never get that line up out.
I guess I will have to start stalking the latest hot tennis property or throw my allegiance to golfing phenom Rory Mcllroy.
No March Madness and now a long hot summer without Yankee Pride. Los Angeles renovations will have hopefully concluded and our NYC Co-op should be permanently dry and incident free.
How will I wile away my allotted sports time? Who will I focus all my pent up passion on?
Perhaps I’ll open a restaurant…maybe Sociale in Brooklyn Heights will want to open a west coast branch or I’ll start a decorating boutique. God knows I have the experience and contacts now or just maybe I shall make everything about me, exercise until I drop, continue to pound out ifthedevilhadmenopause.com and further hone my ornery skills.
The truth is I cannot survive without a sporting fixation. I need to be involved.
So many decisions. So little time before the next major sporting event.
