February always seems to suck

It seems every year that February weekends are almost useless. Deer season is over, college football is over, nobody really cares about basketball season, its usually too cold and or wet to do anything at the farm, and even though college baseball has started, I'm relegated to enjoying it by watching on a streaming Internet feed. That being said, the boys of spring have taken the field, and the sweet ping of aluminum bats is resounding through the green carpeted cathedrals of college baseball.

I have an almost spiritual connection to my favorite college team. I grew up one town down the road, and spent many spring afternoons roaming the stands and watching future stars of the major leagues play ball in its pure form, unadulterated by performance enhancing drugs, salaries, and player contracts. I remember vividly how perfect the grass looked, the smell of smoke from grills in the outfield, the taste of hotdogs, and the excitement of getting a player's autograph.

Nobody said it better than John Grisham who completed his undergraduate work at this best of all institutions of higher learning. Here's what he penned: http://www.leftfieldlounge.com/JG.html

My boys are 6-0 and heading into a doubleheader this afternoon. I guess I need to go check the Internet connection.

Hail State!