Seventy-two days and counting...
Yes, folks, the countdown has begun.
Why, you may ask? Well, my first love will return to me in 72 days.
No, it's not that dark-haired little girl with the big blue eyes that broke my heart so many years ago. It's the national game, my favorite pastime, that delicious little obsession called baseball.
I know what you're thinking. "You're crazy, man. Baseball is a spring sport. Why are you talking about it at Christmastime?"
Well, friends, that's just the way I roll, as the youngsters say.
Tell you what made me think about it, in all seriousness. Monday night I opened the mailbox to find my UT baseball season ticket application.
"Yes!" I said to myself. "Feb. 22 isn't that far away. I can make it until then."
My cousin Jordan said it best at dinner the other night.
"I hate the next few months because you can't watch baseball. I mean, I love football, but it's not the same."
No, it isn't, Jordan. But, the little orange ticket application stirred the soul just a bit. Waiting 72 more days won't be so bad.
And, if it is, I'll just pull out that Ken Burns documentary and bide my time.
All I want for Christmas is three strikes, three outs and three times three innings of play.