The Rubber Tree Plant

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They're talking 70 degrees in Buffalo today, and it's funny, but the mood will be great.

Folks will be smiling.

Everyone will forget...

...that we haven't had back-to-back nice days in 8 months!

I'm not ready to forgive and forget yet.

Baseball season started and I've taken what people call it as a rash of shit, because the 27-time World Champion Greatest Franchise in the History of Organized American Sports has started sluggishly.

Whatevs...as the kids say.

They have been a really good team for 20 years! The great players they had got old! What the hell are they supposed to do? Everyone cycles through it, but the Yankees have the responsibility of always being great.

Hard to do.

And who is giving me shit?

Red Sux fans...they have finished dead last in 2 of the last 3 years.

Dead last!

Bills fans...

...they haven't won a playoff game in 20 years! Haven't played in one in 16! But lots of soothsayers out there who say they are on the verge...despite not yet having a QB that can throw to the other side of the line of scrimmage!

Sabres fans!

Yeah.

Two historically horrendous seasons and cheered for finishing, uh, dead last!

Sunny days are on the way!

And that's the thing...

...we are filled with hope.

I'm guilty of it with the Yanks, of course. The first five games are not indicative of future results.

The Bills will make the playoffs and go on an epic run!

McDavid will score 75 goals in his rookie year and the Sabres will raise the cup!

Didi will have us all saying Derek who?

And the sun will continue to shine here in Buffalo, New York.

Straight 75 with nary a snowflake in sight!

And I'll get that hole-in-one!

And no more pins and needles in the feet!

That's what makes that ant...

...move that rubber tree plant!

(P.S. - if you must send me 'Ha-Ha Yankee messages' be prepared to see the 27 trophies and listen to my bitter tongue regarding your favorite team. It's just how this works. Don't take offense).

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