We’ve now hit the desolate, brutal wasteland of the sports year. From now until Major League Baseball’s opening day, all we have is dirty snow, cold temperatures, excessive usage of windshield washer fluid and even worse – college basketball. I think I’d rather watch prisoners take a dump than watch college basketball. Hell, any basketball, for that matter. Sure, we have hockey. Used to be I wouldn’t miss a Bruins game, only now I’m just a mere casual hockey-gawker. Although lately I must admit I’ve been watching a bit more of the frozen pond with the addition of HDTV in da hiz. I’ll be attentively tuned in when the NHL playoffs arrive in……uhhhh….July?

All that said, I am now faced with the monumental decision: do I do nothing with myself until opening day or do I stare out the window into the backyard and take pictures? Oh, the decisions.

Oh, wait – here’s a thing. I was pulling out of the driveway the other night and I had just backed into the road when, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a large ball of light in the yard across the street from my house. That large ball of light actually turned out to be a very large, inflatable New England Patriot. I made a mental note to myself to get a picture of that ridiculousness before the end of the Super Bowl on Sunday. Being the driven blogger that I am, I snapped up the very next morning and took this shot right out my bedroom window:

So there you go. A very large, inflatable, glowing at night Patriot. It’s gone now. I wonder if, during early July, the ‘ol neighbor will have a huge, inflatable Serena Williams out front during Wimbledon? Ick. I can’t believe I just said “huge, inflatable Serena Williams.” I take it back.

So this is what it will be like until opening day. Enjoy!

Song now playing: Warren Zevon – “Excitable Boy” (“….and he rubbed the pot roast all over his chest…..”)