No more snowflakes; give me baseballs instead
Well, it happened again, only this time not on quite as grand a scale as it was about a week ago. As I stumbled to my kitchen on Friday morning I looked only to see patches of fluffy white stuff on my lawn. In my bleary-eyed state I initially dismissed it as my not-so-awake mind playing games until I had time to fully regain senses with coffee.
I trudged by the picture window and looked out again and there it lay, mocking me. Daring me to come outside for a closer inspection. When I realized my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me but that blanket of white fuzz on the ground was indeed snow, I thought and thought about the forecast and try as I might, I couldn’t recall a single word about snow. After all the drama from a week prior, snow is quickly becoming a bad word in my vocabulary.
As I finally made my way in to work, I noticed that the closer I got to the office there were few if any signs of snow. Once I arrived at the office, I sighed, maybe it was just some kind of bad dream. As I logged on my computer, I learned that not only did it snow in portions of Bladen County, but it also snowed in surrounding areas as well.
I quickly snuck a peek at my Facebook account and the news feed section looked more like a version of The Weather Channel’s web app with all of the pronouncements of snow falling or pictures being hastily posted as proof positive that it deed indeed snow again in Bladen County. All it needed was for Jim Cantore to pop in with a video update from obscure location in the county and it would have been complete.
I shook my head and, as I was about to log off, I then chuckled as a I spotted a picture of a church sign. Now I’m not sure exactly where this sign is located nor the exact name of the church as that is thankfully obscured by the mountains of snow that can be seen on the sign. The sign’s message is abundantly clear: “Whoever keeps praying for snow, please stop.”
Right now, I am inclined to agree with that request.
I have to admit I was more than a little peeved with Punxsutawney Phil after learning of his prognostication for six more weeks of winter. Give me warm temperatures and afternoon baseball games over snow any day.
Yes, indeed, a nice sunny afternoon spent at the ball park is just what the doctor ordered to chase away winter. I am getting eager to see my favorite team, the Baltimore Orioles, showcase some of their newly acquired talent. While they prepare for spring training in sunny and warm Florida, I dutifully trudge to the office in the cold and snowy temps here.
Once I was settled I checked my calendar to see just how much longer it would be before a vacation is in order to Camden Yards and began to plan where I wanted to sit in the stadium and just where I wanted to stay. After all, there are several other places of interest on the list as well and I want to be sure there was adequate time to visit them as well.
As I daydreamed about baseball, hot dogs, warm weather and best of all, Boog’s barbecue ribs at the stadium, I was shaken from my reverie by the reminder that it is still February and baseball is still a good two months off.
Thankfully, this snow wasn’t deep and it didn’t last nearly as long as the great snow of 2014. I, for one, am ready for summer. You won’t hear me complaining at all about the heat. Instead, you will be able to find me watching beloved Orioles play baseball.
Erin Smith is a staff writer for the Bladen Journal and be reached by telephone at 910-862-4163 or by email at email@example.com.
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