After my last Posting, Sal dropped a comment noting it was great to have Where’s Kernan? back in 24-7 action, but “aren’t you going to miss the weather” up north.
He can guess that answer.
Paul also wondered about when the other sports will be held steroid accountable. Don’t think it is going to happen because baseball is held to a higher “everyman” standard.
Before we get started with all the baseball stuff over the next six weeks, there are a couple things you have to understand about Florida. You are not really experiencing it unless you get fresh OJ in the morning. I found a little roadside stand in Jensen Beach that has the best OJ around, and it actually tastes like oranges, nothing like the store bought liquid we get up north that costs twice as much.
Drinking it in the proper setting also has much to do with state of mind for the rest of the day. If at all possible, make sure you sip your OJ in a small courtyard surrounded by palm trees. It’s important to hear the wind rushing through the trees to fully enjoy your experience and to have some shade from that wonderful old sun.
The other great spot is to have your OJ on a balcony overlooking the Atlantic as the sun comes up.
Missed that one this morning. I’m on a tight budget. But I did find a courtyard.
I could easily glide into a sentence now about the Yankees and Mets finding themselves this spring, but there is plenty of time for that, plus I want to see some things before I start making blanket statements. In this day and age, most sports opinionists (sportswriters, bloggers, radio guys, TV guys etc.) have an opinion before they see one live pitch.
Don’t want to fall into that trap. So that’s why I’m concentrating on OJ.
And cantaloupe. Got half gallon of OJ, a huge cantaloupe, a bunch of bananas and six monster nectarines for a total of $8.45 this morning. Can’t beat that.
One final Florida financial thought that will make you quite upset in this property tax ripoff age we live in throughout the Northeast.
Talked to a fellow here who has a little three bedroom home, stylish and comfortable, about a mile from the ocean, small little back yard, which he converted into his own little courtyard and I asked him what his taxes are for the year. He’s been in the house for more than 20 years. His answer blew me away. One year of taxes is $600. For the year, that’s it, $600. Amazin’
Time for an OJ refill. Catch you later.