The Sports Drought

It happens once a year every year. Football season is over, and baseball season is still more than a month away.

The real shame about the New England Patriots winning Super Bowl XLIX on Sunday night is not that they won or how they won. The biggest shame of all is that Sunday evening marked the beginning of what I call the “sports drought,” a lull in the world of professional sports that encompasses the entire month of February.

For the next four weeks, men across the country will be forced to find new hobbies and to spend Sunday afternoons wrapping their emotions around real matters outside of football; paying attention to friends and loved ones in favor of watching three-hour-long regular season games in sports whose playoff series will last well into June (NBA and NHL). Tragically, the only legitimate viewing options that remain at this point are basketball and hockey, and by the end of the month, I’ll be so sick of both of them that I’ll never want to see ice or hardwood floors again.

I guess this marks the point when my sports talk blog turns to one centered on music and movies. I’ll be back with more of Blake’s sports-related bellyaching come February 20 when most of the clubs in Major League Baseball will have pitchers and catchers report for spring training.