Another sportsless Sunday

[Ed. note: this is a series of short blog pieces, one per day (maybe) <aren't we all bored, looking for something to do?>, talking about some daily thing affecting our lives on a personal level -- not comments about the feds, outside states, etc. That's the purpose.  Let's see...]

Yes, it's Sunday.  Sunday.  Sunday.

Remember the day.  Here in this house it is day 23 of quarantine.  Grrrr...

It's Palm Sunday.

Yet no one (sane) is out and about enjoying a spring-like day, or worshipping at the beginning of Christian Holy Week. 

We walked through our park around noon today.  We met no one. 

Our evening walk met a few, but it wasn't crowded, despite 66 degree temperatures.

In between: no sports. 

This would have been the Sunday between the March Madness seminfinals and the final on Monday.  Most years there would be baseball, this year in its second week, and probably golf -- priming for next week's (of course now postponed) Masters.

None of that was on. ): None of that will be on.  For awhile.

We are a nation that loves its televised sports.  March Madness, baseball season, golf, and, soon, NBA playoffs.  Gone, gone, gone, and gone.

And if you think all these "let's replay this game" things make up for it -- bull shit!!!  A big part of watching live sports is the drama: who wins, who plays well?  If you know Seton Hall beat Michigan in 1995, making PJ Carlissimo such a household name he is still on TV, then there's not much reason to watch, other than to see how long everyone's shorts were that year.

No. There's drama these days in live horse racing, this weekend from Tampa Bay, Gulfstream Park and Oaklawn Park.  I watched a little yesterday (it keeps raining at Oaklawn, which is in Arkansas) and it's fun to watch them go at it, even if you don't know who's who.  Part of the fun is in the not knowing how it'll play out -- will that crazy horse that goes out to the lead early and looks like it's running away hold on?  Will the one that looks uninterested in last place sweep past everyone and win?  Or will someone sneak through on the inside, having been pretty much ignored the whole race?

It's Sunday.  Palm Sunday.  We miss the drama of live sports. 

It just makes the days harder to take.  And harder to keep track of. 

Sigh...