T.S. Eliot was wrong. April is NOT the cruellest month. For race fans it's December and January--the only 2 months of the year that are race free. Remember back in November when Jimmie Johnson was crowned NASCAR champion? My 7 year old son cried while watching the Victory Lane ceremony. Seriously. He was so sad it was all over. At the time, February 14th was an eternity away. But now there's just a couple weeks to go until the start of the season and the boys are getting excited. And so am I. And I know this isn't 'Poetry Friday' but I just can't hold it in any longer...
December and January are the cruellest months,
breeding weeds out of the cracks of the cold asphalt,
mixing exhaust fumes with hope and anticipation,
covering idle engines with snow and ice.
(With apologies to T.S. Eliot and his poem The Waste Land)