It is time again for festivals, a golf tourney and generally a wide assortment of things we do in NOLA prior to the beginning of our summer and the dreaded hurricane season. The price of crawfish are so low that farmers have begun draining their fields. The pace of our recovery has quickened a bit, as a new govenor gives the agency overseeing the funding of home building a stern directive.
The local folks will undoubtebly be dissappointed by the withdrawl of David Toms, past champion and LSU grad, but alas he has back problems. The surge in success of the New Orleans Hornets has given this spring a renewed sense of enthusiasm for me, while Major League Baseball celebrates Opening Day in Japan. Bud Selig just needs to go away. Now that the steriod mess has run its course, he should have the good sense to know that his legacy will remain with needles and Canseco. We have no faith in him or the owners who knew all the while what was going on.
So while I usually am getting ready for the French Quarter and our major Jazz festivals, all the while poking the finger at my Yankee-lovers, this spring is different. Golf and the "Association" is on my mind....after March Madness ends of course. And I proudly declare that this is my first year in recovery from charting failed predictions in the tournament, which has lead me to enjoy both the men's and women's action at a new and different level. This goes along well with the use of the mute button on my remote control, to block out all the noise from Jay Bilas, Billy Packer and the other sports know-it-alls. Music is a much more soothing condiment to buzz beating shots.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
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