It seems as though I, spend more time writing about how little I am writing on ye old fritzwinkle. So, in a kind of New Year’s resolutions, I am henceforth dismissing all urges to do so.
Well as my fellow New Englanders know, we are buried under a two plus foot blanket of powder that has brought things to a virtual stand still. Despite the snow having ceased Sunday afternoon, school has been closed for the past two days as everyone continues to dig out from under the storm’s showing. The overall density of the area and the narrowness of the streets makes for an interesting dilemma. While it is a massive amount of snow, the real trouble is, out East, there is no place to put it all. In Boston, they have what is called snow farms, where they truck winter’s waste to get it out of the way. The best part is we are supposed to get another four to five inches tomorrow.
With most of the Bay state at a virtual stand still, at least we have the Patriots. With another playoff punishing Brady and the boys continued their post-season dominance. It is such a profound difference to live in an area on the verge of garnering multiple championships. Growing up in Chicagoland where the eternal mantra is, “Wait ‘til next year,” I have only ever seen one major triumph in baseball and football. If it weren’t for Da Bears of ’85 the combined lack of winning is enough to completely cripple any fan’s hope. Yes we had the Bulls run with MJ, but Chicago is a Bears town first and foremost, with the Cubs a close second. After that every other team is just standing in line, hoping to sell tickets. Yet, here I am in the Hub and, after the Red Sox triumph, winning is becoming almost expected. It is a stunning turnaround and one that a sports fan, like me, can only relish.