Springtime. The harsh elements of winter have melted away. The sun’s warmth brings flowers, baseball and fishing without ice. What’s not to love?
No Packer games.
This week I was sitting at a high school graduation, watching a family member I love walk down the aisle, while I was trying to calculate using basic math, how many days were there until training camp and the first preseason game. I was never a fan of math, maybe that’s why I can never truly feel happy during spring. The countdown. The relentlessly slow tick tock of the slow-moving clock.