It’s spring and love is definitely in the air – between my television and I.
No I’m not talking about the How I Met Your Mother series finale, or the start of the Tonight Show starring Jimmy Fallon.
April marks the best time of the year to turn on the tube and watch sports.
October is a close second. It is home to the MLB playoffs sprinkled with the rebirth of NHL, NBA and NFL seasons.
But the question is simple, would you rather have more playoffs or less playoffs?
You don’t need a group of kindergarten kids from an AT&T commercial to tell you that more is better.
April wins because of playoff drama.
The Raptors clinched their first playoff spot since 2008 last Friday. Now they have their sights set on wrapping up their second division title in franchise history. The last time the Raptors were bounced in the opening round against Orlando.
They haven’t sniffed the playoffs since Chris Bosh abandoned the red, white and purple for South Beach.
Someone might want to let the Toronto Maple Leafs know that the postseason is just over a week away. The buds set a team record with their eight-straight regulation loss. The free-fall could not have come at a more disastrous time.
The piece de resistance has to be March Madness. The NCAA basketball tourney starts in March but climaxes in April.
The NCAA basketball tournament stuffs your face with 63 games over three weeks. This heart-attack of a tournament is the greatest postseason spectacle on Earth.
The best part is you don’t even have to be a basketball junkie to enjoy the madness. Casual observers, girlfriends and co-workers who joined your pool just so you would stop begging them, end up getting wrapped up in it as much as you.
March Madness reigns supreme because of the unpredictably.
Elite basketball programs bow out earlier than expected. Teams like Florida Gulf Coast University (Dunk University) and George Mason have come out of nowhere to go on historic runs.
The madness separates itself from other postseasons because of the one-game-elimination format. Double-overtime games and buzzer-beating finishes just fuel the excitement.
As March Madness reaches its peak, spring offers a gentler, soothing remedy to help lower blood pressure levels after that Michigan-Kentucky game last Saturday.
The MLB returns with the Masters right around the corner, ahhh.
Hope springs eternal for every Major League club. Opening Day in the MLB has turned into a medical phenomenon as thousands of workers are suddenly stricken with a fever or develop a rare jungle-flu cough.
Then there’s the Masters, a tradition like no other.
Go on and lie on the couch to the softening voices of Jim Nantz and Verne Lundquist as they walk you through Amen Corner over to Rae’s Creek.
No Tiger Woods, who cares? The Masters is the most picturesque 18 holes on the tour.
So invite the buds, put the drinks on ice and rip the phone out of the wall, because you ain’t leaving the house for a while.
I love you April, don’t ever change.
