It’s tough getting through these wintry days.

We’ve had so many in the past week that you wonder whether schools will ever open again.



It keeps snowing and snowing and snowing.



Our poll question on www.wayneindependent.com asks what people like least about snow.

That’s a difficult answer.


It’s tough getting through these wintry days.
We’ve had so many in the past week that you wonder whether schools will ever open again.

It keeps snowing and snowing and snowing.

Our poll question on www.wayneindependent.com asks what people like least about snow.
That’s a difficult answer.

We hate shoveling it. We can’t stand dressing to go out in it and we certainly don’t like to drive in it.
These are the winter doldrums. Some psychologists will state that many of us have the “winter blues,” times when we’re really depressed about our future and our status in life at this current time.

You can’t help it with the weather.
It’s dark and dreary.

But there’s hope...well, at least if you’re a sports fan.
For we men, we’re trying to get to mid-February. We’re trying to reach that one important date during the next month when we suddenly find true love.

No, we’re not talking about Valentine’s Day: We’re talking about when pitchers and catchers report for Spring Training.

This is a high point in any sports fan’s life.

 

We find our Fountain of Youth. We get a little spring in our step because spring is getting closer.
We remember what it was like to hear the crowd, to taste the hot dogs and the smell of freshly cut grass.

If we’re lucky, we get to go to Spring Training.
Maybe once in a while. But it’s memorable.

I still will never forget the time I went to Clearwater, Fla., and watched my beloved Philadelphia Phillies from the Tiki Bar in right field — for a good seven hours.

Let’s say, I was pretty happy after that game.

And why not?

I met some great people, saw some great baseball and enjoyed the Florida sunshine when most people were still struggling with the snow up north.

We’re talking three weeks before Spring Training begins.
So how do we get to that point?
That’s easy for us football fans.

We have the Championship games this week, the Pro Bowl next week and the mother of all games, the Super Bowl the following week.

Yes, we might have to endure college and pro basketball for one week.
But then we get to our Paradise.

The sun is always shining. The birds are always chirping. The beer guy is always shouting. And the fans are always smiling.

Forget winter.

Let’s close our eyes for one moment. We’re almost there.