I apologize for missing posting a blog entry yesterday.
I could make the excuse that I was tired from covering the morning shift, but that’s really not a good excuse…so again, I’m sorry for that.
Now, onto the blog!
It’s spring, and normally that means at least a little bit of rain, but man we are parched!
It’s nothing like the springs I remembered growing up as a kid in northeastern Ohio.
They were invariably very soggy.
Add to that the thawing ground, melting snow and warmer temperatures, it seemed like there was always a stretch of a few weeks where it was just downright muddy.
While that may sound like a bad thing, to a kid it’s pure heaven.
I loved playing in the mud.
Me and my brothers would have mudball fights.
This is exactly the same as snowball fights, except with mud.
And the mudballs stung a bit more than the snow.
We occasionally threw mudballs at passing cars and trucks (sorry mom).
And my favorite was pretending to an NFL star playing football in the mud.
The mucky ground would cushion the dives I would take as I imagined myself making the Super Bowl game-winning catch in a downpour.
Man, it was fun to be a kid.
Mud just made it a bit more fun in the spring.