Well Ladies and Gentlemen we’ve entered it. That black hole of sports between the time that football ends and when football begins. I know I’m not alone here. Tons of people are so bored with their lives they completely forget the college football performances the year before and choose to vest all of their interests on watching what can really only be described as the Olympics Lite. I lost all respect for this process when a wide receiver couldn’t catch a ball but because he was the reincarnate of the Flash, Darrius Heyward-Bay, first of his name, king of the butterfingers, lord of the terrapins, and the khaleesi of the grass sea went 7th overall. I would like to say there is hope but there’s not.
Let’s start with the closest upcoming event. March Madness. As a Florida State fan, I’m really excited to see us maybe get to the Sweet Sixteen, so I can get my hopes way up only to see them dashed like a baby bird on a sidewalk. The best part of March Madness for me is seeing Duke and Kentucky fans having this same devastation on their title hopes. But here’s the problem Happy. You aren’t any good. Or at least not good enough for them to experience the same pain that’ll I’ll suffer.
Sticking with basketball… Cavaliers vs Warriors. Even with Kevin Durant hurt, can we just please hit the fast forward button to get there please?
Oh wait I forgot Spring Training is here! To me the best part of Spring Training is having an excuse to sit outside in Arizona and Florida the only time of the year it is actually bearable to be outside in those nursing homes that call themselves states. For the rest of us who are stuck fighting the bartender at Buffalo Wild Wings asking her to please put on the Champions League matches but she can’t because some Braves fan is on his 3rd lip and 4th Michelob ultra is enjoying the only time this year his team isn’t 6 -252, it sucks. Run on sentence? Moving on!
“Great now Tuck Sauce is going talk about how soccer is the only exciting thing going on.”
Well f*** off imaginary voice invented by me to get the point of this article across. The title race is over. Chelsea have won it not because they’re incredible; it’s just the rest of the top 6 are garbage. Liverpool have won twice in twelve matches, Mourinho is too far back, Arsenal will end up fourth and Tottenham… Well that joke is just too easy. And continental soccer is even worse; unless you like French football which let’s face it, not even the French like. So unless I want to watch Swansea and Middleborough battle for 16th, I’m stuck watching Champions League highlights on YouTube while taking my afternoon BM like I’m Steven Glansberg. (9-5 is so much fun).
But wait there is hope. Yes, that bastion that keeps me sane through the roller coaster of Virginia winters. That gentle music with Jim Nantz’s voice emanating through. Yes, the only event on tour that even Tiger’s absence and Johnny Miller’s presence can’t ruin. The Masters. Chances are I’ll probably get the *flu* on Thursday and won’t move except to drink and ummm process Bud Lights until Sunday evening. I know some of you are saying “Gold Jacket, Green Jacket who gives a shit,” but again imaginary dick head f*** off. CMON JORDAN!