April is upon us, March Madness has just ended and baseball is back! Spring is in the air, sort of. If only this damn Ohio cold would let up enough for us to do an outside and get some much needed fresh air. Instead, we’re still hunkered down and bundled up, patiently waiting for some warmth like a sad little puppy waits for a treat. Poor us.
I’m not one for basketball. Can’t get into the NBA at all. But this year I decided to go all-in on March Madness. Having watched the conference championships games the week prior to the tournament, I found myself having fun, enjoying it. So, I decided this year I was gonna to really dive in. Watch all the games, pick my favorites, and add a little madness to my March. I hitched my wagon to Virginia. I’ve always liked that school. If you must know why it’s because it’s where my historical hero Robert F. Kennedy (the OG version) got his law degree, AND they have the same colors as my beloved Edmonton Oilers. That’s all it took. Go Cavaliers! Alas, what I failed to realize was that this year’s Virginia team was, uh, how to put it… The drizzling shits. They struggled to get by Wright State (Wright fucking State!) in round 1, before being toppled by the not-so-mighty Tennessee Vols in round 2. God dammit. Just my luck. The one year I decide to go all-in and my team is out in the second round. Oh well, we’ll always have 2019.
Baseball is here. Is there anything better than a diet miller at a ballpark? I’m not so sure. Airport beers are great, that happy hour beer on a Friday is always fun, pool beers, obviously. But a ballpark beer, god damn that one hits different. The Guardians are off to an average start, per usual, but here’s hoping that come October, they’re primed and ready for a playoff run. I need to get to more games this year. Somebody hold me accountable, will ya?
This first introductory post wasn’t supposed to turn into SPORTS TALK!, but here we are. So, to close that out, we are in the waning days of the NHL regular season. The Stanley Cup Playoffs loom. Nothing hijacks my nights harder than playoff hockey. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. If you need me anytime from mid-April through mid-June, chances are you’ll find me doing a tv watch, and undoubtedly, hockey will be on. Let’s just hope the Oilers get hot again. Can they go to the Stanley Cup Final 3 years in a row? Not likely, but nonetheless, it won’t stop me from pacing nonstop for each and every one of their games. And the fact that the Maple Leafs and Panthers are already eliminated from playoff contention makes this year all that much sweeter. Get fucked, assholes!
I have no clue what to call this thing. Is it a blog? A journal? A precious little diary that will hold the secrets closest to my heart? Who the hell knows. This all started as an idea I had to review food items. New fast food options, shitty gas station finds, cheap dollar store foods, anything I come across that looks fun or gross, I suppose. Maybe we’ll even open up the request line for that. We’ll get to the food eventually. But along the way I’m also gonna occasionally hop on and share my mindless ramblings about anything that compels me to pontificate (good word).
So, let’s leave it for now at this: Have something you wanna read about, let me know. Book recommendations? Sure. Beer rankings? OK. Presidential History talk. Of course. Nascar chat? Hell yeah! A breakdown of the 21st century geopolitical climate and the slow decline of moral decency in our society? Maybe not. And back to the food… Have something you want me to review, hit me up. Just keep in mind not everything is available here in silly ole Ohio, and I’m damn sure not gonna eat any fast food you sickos send via carrier pigeon.
We’ll see how and where this thing goes. For now, light up a smoke, grab a cold beer, and enjoy. I’m gonna go eat a double cheeseburger… Welcome to Nightcap Notes.