Do you hear that Antoinette?
Ah, the sounds of spring America. The gentle showers that tap on your rooftop; the warming breezes from the south telling you to get to the gym because it's almost beach season; and you can almost hear the Cherry Blossoms and Dogwood buds opening while the birds chirp incessantly outside your window at 5:00a.m. Sorry, I digress. More importantly, the first week of April ends the winter doldrums, as we spring forward to the yearly ritual of what really makes America Great Again...the beautiful sound of a symphony of sports. The swish of the game winning shot to end March Madness, the ping of the well struck golf ball at golf's first major...the Master's, and of course the crack of the bat and the roar of the crowd as America's pastime launches another season. Did the Cubs really finally win? And what goes perfectly with the sounds of all seasons...that's right...the pop of the cork. Tonight's winner between the Zags and Heels will be popping corks of Piper Heidsick while the loser will be doing the same with Blanc du Bleu (get it,😆), because...well you know the saying, celebration or consolation creates circumstances commanding the curative contents of a sparkling chardonnay, et al! And by week's end, some lucky guy will be drinking Champagne out of a trophy while wearing a green jacket left over from St Paddy's Day festivities as millions of viewers watch, while drinking wine, and claiming, "I can make that shot!" (Word to the wise, don't pop the cork in the back swing...it's rude, and can cause injury, FORE!) And finally...America's Pastime! I can hear it now...the ball hitting the mitt, the crack of the bat, roar of the crowd, hot dog vendors, the pretzel guy, kids demanding Dippin Dots, and of course, the always present wine guy, "sauvignon blanc, ice cold sauvignon blanc here." That's right...baseball and wine...reminds me of what that famous oenophile Jean Girard said to Ricky Bobby, "...tastes like America." Well that sounds good to me! Enjoy the week of sports, good luck if you have anybody left playing tonight, recline in your Lazyboy, pop a cork of the good stuff, be the Boss, then start singing in your head...drink until you get your fill...and just sit back trying to recapture a little of the glory of, well time slips away and leaves you with nothing mister but boring stories of Glory Days.
Batter up!
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