Beat the drum, hold the phone...

The sun came out today!

65 degree days, spring training in full swing, being one of the 1800 people who ran outside around Hyde Park yesterday. All of this can only mean one thing: Spring has arrived. The last few days here in Cincinnati have been absolutely gorgeous and while I'm aware that it's going to rain for the next 8 days and that old man winter will probably hit us with one last jab in the mouth, it is undeniable that spring is in the air.

Here's the thing: In Daniel Tosh's stand up special he says that he, "Loves seasons. That's why he lives in a place that skips the crappy ones." Funny? Yes. I, however, disagree. I used to tell everyone that I flat out loved winter. Truthfully, I am happiest when it's grey and miserable outside. Always have been. I think it's something about other people being unhappy that brings me joy. What I've discovered recently, though, is that I just really love every season. By the time the end of one season rolls around I'm definitely ready for the next and so while this fall I was ready for snow and cold, now I'm definitely ready for some warmth.

I'm aware that for the next week or so we'll probably need an ark to get around but that doesn't bother me because strange weather is what Ohio spring is all about. Don't believe me? Think about the fact that in any particular week in March or April around here you can have a day that's 70 and sunny, one that's 50 and rainy, and one that's 23 and snowing. Back at JCU we had one DAY that was 70 at noon and snowing by midnight. Try being a college baseball player in this climate. We tarped and untarped our field 3 times a day. The Cleveland Indians ground crew should have a feeder system through the Blue Streaks. I don't mind the strange weather though because I know that all it really means is soon enough I'll be golfing, grilling out, and playing sand volleyball...with my shirt off of course.

~It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade~

-Charles Dickens-

best man out.