by Richard
Well, this is it. The last weekend of March Madness is coming up rapidly and I miss it already, dudes.
This is the end of the sports year for me.
Now, stretching out over the long spring and the interminable summer, there’s nothing in this vast wasteland of sports boredom except for that tiny wavering mirage way, way off in the distance of August. . . Could it be? Maybe possible? Is it. . . two-a-days? Are football players finally returning to pre-season camp?
Yes. It’s true. And it’s also five months away, almost half a year.
I’m not sure I can take this again this year. Fall is great. Wonderful, in fact. I mean, you’ve got college and pro football. That lasts through the bowl season in December and January. Then you’ve got the NFL playoffs and Super Bowl. That’s all well and good.
Once football goes away, we still have the methadone of the NCAA men’s college basketball tournament. Whining that you should have picked the upset and did you see that last second normally get me through March at least.
And then there’s nothing.
Baseball? Boring. Golf? Even worse. NASCAR? Not even if you paid me.
And that’s it, dudes. There’s nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
I guess I’m going to have to go out and start doing stuff with the young dudes and She Who Must Be Out And About again. I’m sure there’s a bicycle to be ridden, a shallow hill to be climbed, or, in my case, a ravine to be tumbled into.
Either way, it’s time to start looking. Once this next weekend is over, it’s over. All of it.
Any ideas? Any athletic ideas for how to kill the time until football starts back up? Come on, dudes, there’s got to be an idea or two floating around in ideaspace that you’ll share with me.
Any help I can get. . . I’ll take it.
