There has always been something magical about the month of March for me, especially since my birthday’s smack in the middle of it.
It’s also time for spring training, which means sun-dappled days of watching baseball, languidly munching a hotdog and peanuts, then washing them down with a cold one.
It’s also St. Patrick’s Day, which means Guinness and Harp, Black and Tans, corned beef (hold the cabbage, please) and maybe a little Bailey’s in the coffee.
It’s March Madness, which means poring over your brackets (non-gambling version, of course) then sitting in front of as many TVs as possible to keep track of how poorly you’ve done. (Did I really pick Boise State to beat Louisville? Never bet with your heart.)
Of course, the best place to watch a bajillion games at the same time is a sports bar. And the best thing to do at a sports bar while watching games is to have a beer. And the best thing to do at a sports bar while watching games and having a beer is to eat chicken wings and burgers with fries and nachos and – well, you get the picture.
Throw an early Easter into the mix, along with the obligatory chocolate bunnies, peeps and perhaps a ham dinner, and you’ve got yourself a Category 5 Gut Bomb just waiting to go off.
While the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays get all the ink for their well-deserved reputations as diet busters, let’s not leave March out of the caloric criminal lineup. And though it may be too late for some of us, let this be a warning to the rest of you.
Save yourselves. Get thee to a gym. Rethink that sixth slice of meat lovers’ pizza. You’ll thank me later.
--Scott Samples
Public Information Coordinator
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