Nothing Seasonal
The only things seasonal around my house are allergies and holidays. That's why I get stuff like this emailed and texted to me year round, I suppose. That's fine with me. I grew up in Alabama, where college football was pretty much all there was. All year, all football all the freakin' time. There was nothing seasonal about it, other than the playing of the games. It's really hard to describe, but keep in mind this was decades before the 24hr news cycle and instant news awareness of the internet and mobile devices. The Birmingham news outlets covered every little grain of information 365 day a year, for both schools, year after year. It's pretty common now as we get all of our sports information 24-7/365, but we were country when country wasn't cool in that regard. The point, however is I tend to blame my patience/obsession with my seasonal hobbies on that deep south tradition of keeping your interests on boil every last day of the year. It's not my fault I talk just as much about hunting ducks on May 25th as I do on January 7th. It's how I was raised.
