Sean B. Fitzgerald It doesn’t go something like this, it goes exactly like this.

February

What's today? The 12th? Whew. wipes brow. Only 16 more days left in this God-forsaken month.

Man, I picked the wrong quadrant of the United States to be born and raised in. True, I could move. But I don't have the money, plusIlovemyfamily.

Where were we?

Ah yes, February. Who invented it anyway?

/Google search

According to Wikipedia, February is the second month of the year in the Julian and Gregorian calendars.

/further Google search

The Gregorian calendar was introduced by Pope Gregory XIII in 1852. I never liked him.

I do give him credit though. He made February the shortest month for a reason. He knew it sucked. Honestly, is there anything redeemable about the 28 cringe-inducing days that consist of February? Sure the Super Bowl is fun, but the sadness that hits you following it is devastating. Coming to the realization that there won't be another down played for another seven months is almost too much to bear. That even goes for fans of the team that won the Super Bowl. I'm sure Saints fans are already gripping their pillows tightly fearing life without football.

Truth be told, it all boils down to the weather. Especially here in the Northeast. It's a different type of cold that hits you in February. It makes your teeth chatter, your bones hurt, and your penis shrivel up to a fraction of its former self. The sun also decides to half-ass its job and provide only light, not heat to us lowly humans. And the light is short-lived as the sun sets around noon. What am I in Alaska?

It's the time of the year when you have to wake up ten minutes earlier to warm up your car so your hands don't get frost-bitten when you grip the steering wheel. It sure feels nice to enter a warm car before heading off to work, but realizing that you've wasted ten minutes worth of gas evaporates any good vibes.

Spring seems so far away at this point. I mean, pitchers and catchers haven't even reported yet.

Sometimes when I get bored (keep reading, this doesn't get disgusting), I go to weather.com to see the ten day forecasts for cities in the south and the west. Oh San Diego, how I envy you? 58 degrees? In February? What's that like? Must be great. I'm here in constant 20 degree temperatures making my best efforts to avoid freezer burn.

I feel like I'm rambling. But this is what this month has done to me. I'm a rambling, incoherent mess because of it. It's turned this blog from semi-insightful sports thoughts to the non sequitur's of a mental patient.

I'll start writing about sports again soon. Who knows, maybe about the Winter Olympics.

Actually no, I won't be doing that.