A moment to breathe it in.

Smell the semi-spring air, the fresh paint in Fenway, the diesel scent from the 18-wheelers, and the smell of a brand new season.

Okay, so most of you can't smell that stuff. In fact, neither can I. For I am trapped in the frozen tundra of Rindge, New Hampshire. But! That doesn't stop me from imagining the scene (and smells) going down at Fenway as I type this blog.

For today is Truck Day. The day every Red sox fan hopes for to break up the monotony of the winter offseason. Screw the groundhog, he doesn't tell me when spring gets here. Truck Day does! There could be six more weeks of winter according to that sub-terrainian bastard but we, Red Sox Nation, will have hope again!

(Groundhogs live kinda underground, right? I'm no expert on groundhog habitation).

And this holiday coincides with Valentines Day. Love is in the air, baseball gear is on the road. Life is grand.

Although, a little side story that has nothing whatsoever to do with anything. This morning as I was smiling to myself and putting on my make-up, I freaking sneezed, and the forces of said sneeze catapulted my make-up to the floor, where it proceeded to spill over everything possible. So my day started out a little funky, but nevertheless! Truck Day overrides that issue and makes everything better.

Anyway, how is everyone elses Truck Day going? I hope its going good for all. Nothing else new to report. If you haven't checked out todays comic on Soxaholix, do it now. It's hysterical. Link: http://www.soxaholix.com/

Enjoy the day today ladies and gents. The sun is out, the birds are singing, and the truck leaves in about 23 minutes.

Only 51 more days till opening day. BOOYEA!