Alright. Spring Training. I never fully understood the psychological aspect of Spring Training. Most of my life has been spent in warm-weather states, where Spring Training was just something that happened in February. Now that it's 24 degrees and we have six inches of snow on the ground, I value Spring Training. It means that, though it's not warm yet, it soon will be. Forget about last year when I watched the Mets/Cardinals Opening Night game under a blanket with 8 inches of snow falling. Warmth is on its way. It's actually still light at 5:30pm - an hour later than six weeks ago. Baseball is nigh!
Pie-Eating Contest. I was in one of these last weekend for our Winter Carnival. It was a whole chocolate cream pie. No hands. While waiting for the starting gun, I looked at the nutrition information (Tip 1: Don't look at the nutrition information if you're trying to eat a whole pie) and realized I was about to ingest 2500 calories and 132 grams of fat. So that got my gut churning. Then as I dove into the pie face-first, I inhaled. Which means I got whipped cream in my nasal cavities. I only ate about two pieces of pie. Then I threw it up. Four hours later, when blowing my nose, a chocolate sprinkle showed up in the tissue.
It's snowing now. Like movie set snow. If I got up and looked outside and saw a guy on a ladder with a box of instant potatoes and a fan, I would nary be surprised.
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For me (although we've had a couple of weeks of "warm" weather) I look forward The Masters every year. After that it means baseball is in full swing, summer is nigh, and I will soon be slicing balls out of bounds. Good times.
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