You’d think it would be simple. Just get out the mower, run it over the lawn, no more clover. Right?
Not exactly.
On Saturday, I finally decided to overcome my inertia and go at the lawn. At first glance, of course, it now looks great. All the overgrown clover is gone, and all that’s left is some nice, green (well, a little yellow in spots) grass. Problem solved!
On closer inspection, though, I can see that I’m in for a very long haul with this lawn.
I’m a hockey fan. A relatively recent one, I’ll admit—I really just started paying attention and learning the sport a few years ago. But even so, this time of year is my favorite for sports: the Stanley Cup playoffs have begun. If you listen to the commentators, Playoff Hockey (and yes, when they say it, it’s a proper noun) is in an entirely different realm of existence than regular season hockey.
Sports fans are so interesting. I’ll spend a season watching “my” team, and somehow I think just the act of watching has an effect on the outcome. For most of this season, for example, it seemed like any time I turned on a Flyers game, they lost. In at least one instance, they blew a very solid lead late in the third period and lost in overtime—and the collapse began at the very moment I turned on the television. I knew it was me. Not that I’m superstitious or anything….
