March 2022

To my way of thinking, there are three seasons – baseball, the overlay of hockey and college basketball, and the brief, grim time in late fall when the first has ended and the second hasn’t really gotten going yet.

March 8 is International Women’s Day. Don’t ask me how I know this. I just do. So let us speak of Woman, specifically the International Woman. I like her. Very much. In my opinion She deserves much more than a day. But time waits for no man. Or woman, it seems. So… let’s get to it.

Sportswriters just want to tell stories of their athletes and sources. Not only the good outcomes, but the struggles of reaching goals.

In my life, prayer has been something I have usually preserved between God and me. Like many who believe in prayer, I’ve asked for help in my weakest or most fearful moments and in handling personal issues and the health of loved ones, friends and myself. I request assistance on matters that I feel I can’t handle alone, things I haven’t said to anyone, but in my prayers. I’ve certainly asked for forgiveness for any wrongdoings I may have committed. I talk to Him about world events that trouble me as I’m sure many others do as well. A relationship with the Lord is very personal. One thing I’ve tried to remain mindful of when talking with Him is to say “thank you” for my many blessings. Prayer shouldn’t be one-sided and a “what can you do for me?” request all the time. And I try to remember that a prayer left unanswered is an answer and is a part of His plan for me.

Sleeping in, eating your favorite cereal while watching the Price Is Right in your pajamas, all before breaking out the snowsuits, sleds and shovels. An afternoon plummeting down hills and pummeling your friends with snowballs was topped off by grilled cheese sandwiches, warm soups and of course hot chocolate. Evenings consisted of video games, crossing your fingers that your snowman, would survive the night and school would be canceled again the next day.