April is the cruelest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
The fine poet and renowned sports junkie T.S. Eliot wrote that. And youse thought I was just another pretty face.
Dude was right, though. Two of the lamest activities in sports happen this month. The NBA playoffs commence. They last longer than a Hollywood marriage. But at least there is, occasionally, some actual sports going on, unlike the NFL Draft!, which for some unknowable reason excites people for months on end, without making any news.