Band members' uniforms hang in mothballed bags in countless thousands as college footballers are without excuse for homework and class attendance as on-field workouts endure the climatic season's preempt from winter-slammed stadiums.
NFL'ers are in their healing season, nurturing injuries of relentless body-crashes; some require surgery while luckier peers vacation or languish with family at home reacquainting with those starved for attention by rigors of road-trips and home stands demanding all.
It's rumored pitchers have startled landing in Spring training locations, needing longer runways for takeoff into a blue-skied season targeting more than 150 games that may define a career or its end in only 20 to 30 appearances. Close on their cleats, the fielders will follow to put oiled leather to grass and dirt, and accelerate their eyes to match 100mph ball speeds and coordinate bat speed to make a magical crack that will later bring cheering fans to their feet.
While basketball rules TVs and sports pages, radio's talk-jocks continue as pitchmen who sustain me and us through the barren season, talking life into baseball and football with stats and potentials and personalities of what's to come and what was.
Even the patriotic splendor of Winter's Olympiad provides only temporary scratches of my sports' itches as my head continues to sport a random rotation of all the caps representing my allegiance to teams that will hoarsen my voice once baseball's reborn and football follows.
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