By Dennis Minich
Sometimes events in the world reshape how we feel about our lives. Like many of you, I woke up Monday morning and everything seemed better: the sun felt warmer, the coffee smelled better, the daily aches and pains seemed slightly less bothersome and there was a spring in my step.
And it was all because of Sunday, a day many of us thought we might never see again. Some got to see it in person, and most like me had to watch on TV, but we finally heard those words we had waited so long to hear: winter is over.
I almost cried as I watched Punxsutawney Phil whisper to his handlers that we didn’t need to have six more weeks of cold weather, but could instead set about with our spring plans.
Of course Phil was right, as Sunday afternoon the temperatures soared to near 70 degrees and we all knew there was simply no reason to stay inside; it was a day to go out and enjoy the world.
I spent much of Sunday afternoon thinking about where to start on the spring chores. Of course, there is yard work. And cleaning out the car, that was a major one. There are some handy man chores requiring my attention. Also, I need to look into getting some new clothes. Since my dieting began, against my wishes of course, I fear that last year’s shorts might be too large. So many things to worry about, but the great thing remains: winter is over. I cannot begin to express how happy it makes me. It feels like it’s been 50 years since summer.
Of course, you know my comments are a little tongue-in-cheek. I, like everyone else, was glued to the TV Sunday evening when the long drought finally came to an end. We got to see the sequel to the movie “Groundhog Day.” It seems unbelievable that it has been 27 years since the movie came out. In many ways, it seems like it was just yesterday the original came out, but in other ways it seems like it was 50 years ago. Anyway, seeing Bill Murray driving around the groundhog and again trying to avoid Ned Ryerson, it was a hoot and a half, well worth the wait.
Something else I heard Sunday: Jennifer Lopez is 50 years old. I saw her doing some singing and dancing and I have to admit, the years have not been kind to her. For some people, 50 is still relatively young, but if you just let yourself go, 50 can be brutal. My hope is she takes note of her age and spends some time getting in shape and maybe next time she won’t quite so much resemble the “Old Elvis.”
But Sunday was also a big sports day in these parts, there is no denying that. I saw that the Kansas City Royals had loaded up all of their equipment and it was being transported to Surprise, Arizona, for spring training. All I can say is, none too soon.
And since the groundhog said winter is over, we can now really get into the spirit of the season.
I know the past couple of years have not been really exciting for our boys of summer, but with a break or two they might be able to get somewhere near .500 this year, which would finally give Kansas City sports fans something to celebrate again.
I knew I was excited about spring training getting going, but I didn’t realize everyone in town felt the same way. I saw on television Sunday night that there were lines waiting outside local sporting goods stores for T-shirts and hats and pennants. Can you imagine what it would be like if they could win a championship and the city had something really special to celebrate? I know it’s only been five years, but in some ways, it seems like 50 years.
There are actually a lot of good things to talk about. Last week was the annual meeting and banquet for the Harrisonville Chamber of Commerce. It was a wonderful night with a terrific crowd. The Beck Event Space was nearly full and the night quite festive.
Kudos also go the Love the Square organization for their “Super Sunday” event this past weekend. The decorations, food, and everything else were simply first rate. Who could have imagined that on a random Sunday you could hold a TV watch party and that many people show up?
And finally, a note to local fans of the Kansas City Chiefs. I know you are sorry the season is over, but look on the bright side, there is always next year. Super Sunday, included.