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The Greatest Time Of Year

Some people's emotions and feelings change with the seasons. I know summer people who are downright suicidal in the winter months. They lock themselves inside and barely see daylight, only to blossom again come spring. Much has been made about the weather lately and the past few 50 degree days have really brought out the smiles in most of us. Weather doesn't do it for me. I'm somewhat controlled by another higher power. This power lasts just one month. It doesn't start at the beginning of a month, but smack dab in the middle of one and ends in the middle of another. It is truly when I am at my happiest.

It usually starts around the middle of the third week of March. St. Paddy's day will kick off my happy season and for some reason that just feels right. It will then be followed by four straight days of college basketball. March Madness will be three 12 hour days of a hard court frenzy followed by one slightly short day. By the end of this five day swing, my liver and kidneys, along with my eyes will be begging me to relax. But it doesn't end. After week one's 48 games, it is followed with twelve games of superior talent, all in four days. Just when you think it can't get any better, the following week has three games on two nights. The finale is always on a Monday and is almost always a great game. Here's the best part of this time. Sandwiched in between these two nights of mayhem is opening day of the baseball season. If anything can bring out the little boy in all of us, it's this day. The fresh cut grass, the clean uniforms, that first pitch and the sound of the bat crushing that first home run. There is nothing quite like it. Just when you're getting ready to relax and take a breather from this onslaught of sporting euphoria. The Masters rolls in. One of the most exciting and prestigious golf tournaments wraps up my own personal mental shangri-la.

After this month, I will sit back enjoy the games from time to time, but there is something about this little time every year that holds a place for me. It makes me forget my problems, if only temporarily. We all need this. Some people go on cruises or sit in the sun. Some go for long runs or fishing. For me, it's a much easier to attain happiness. I just turn on the TV, grab a cold one and soak in the moments. Every year something wonderful happens. Every year, for one month. I know it will never let me down. Know it for a fact!

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