Sports suck this time of year.
Unless I really am in a bar, I'm not much into watching March Madness tournament basketball. In fact, I've grown to hate watching basketball altogether. The pros are full of spoiled brats who don't even try until the month of May. And, college, with the one and done nonsense, is just not worth the trouble to follow except when Cinderella teams like Dayton or Stanford manage to knock off one of the the one-and-done squads.
Baseball starts now, but with 162 games to fill out a season, who can get excited about spring training? Even when the real games begin, no one cares who's winning in April. I guess a star reliever getting his skull cracked in a March exhibition game is a worthy mention, since something like that will effect the team for rest of the season. But, that's the kind of thing you can read about. No need to watch any games or bother listening to them until August.
There's racing....yeah--there's racing. Sorry, my IQ is a bit too high to get off on watching cars that look like the Hot Wheels from my priest-bait years going around in circles. Why exactly is that the sport with like a 40-week season? Someone out there must have a wicked sense of humor.
Golf? Meh, Tiger sucks already this year. With his bad back, chances of him winning any of the last four majors he needs to catch Jack this year are probably on par with me winning a couple of them. I probably won't even bother reading about golf until he comes back healthy.
When's football start again?