February; or, I complain about things
February is the wasteland of my sports calendar: no baseball; no football; no F1.
February is also the wasteland of the New England winter: no spring in sight, just bitter wind and black ice.
I keep thinking about and rereading Ricardo Lockette’s Players’ Tribune article, “‘Am I about to die?’”. He took a hit in a game against the Cowboys (boo, hiss, etc.) and medically broke his neck–just ripped up all the ligaments and cartilage that, you know, held…