The Hangover

After months of speculating and posturing to create this blog, the law office of Timbo and Willdo need to get this sucker moving. And what better time to start writing a blog about the wonders of sports than in the haze and fog left behind by football exiting our lives. August 8th (Hall of Fame game) can't get here soon enough!

[Okay, who am I kidding? The next real football game that really matters is Sept. 2nd when college football kicks off in South Carolina, among others. So. Miss and the Gamecocks. DVR set? Check!]

But here we are in the midst of February, spiraling out of control without football, and still over a month away from the exodus of winter: The NCAA Tournament & Masters; aka: Jim Nantz's awakening. So, how do we cope with the changed sport landscape?

Remember those rough mornings in college, when you woke up not questioning your activity from the night before, but rather questioning if your body was indeed human? As if you'd done everything to give yourself over-the-counter, liquid chemotherapy and your body was rejecting yourself? Then, a strange morose fell over you and while you lay perfectly still to keep the Energizer Bunny from coming to life in your temples and you finally realized why alcohol was labelled as a depressant. That is life after the Super Bowl.

But, like in college, you got past noon, found a piece of pizza left unguarded from the night before, took a little nap (unless you live in New Orleans and you since have moved on to greenies to keep the party going) and when the night rolled around, conveniently developed enough amnesia to crush a cold one. And another.

That first beer, my friends, is this weekend in sports. And, as a greater metaphor, the sports world in general. So, come with us on this incredible journey. This weekend, we can choose from the Winter Olympics, the Daytona 500 or NBA All-Star festivities. The irony in those events is that Dallas has seen more snow in the last 48 hours than Vancouver (Al Gore is smiling somewhere).

Too many opinions, and not enough space. I can't wait to break down curling (no seriously, I LOVE that sport for two weeks more than anything), or why I love Allen Iverson getting voted as a starter (despite now not being able to play). And I feel a debate coming on Monday about the merits of NASCAR with another writer on here.

Viva la Sports!

Will