Come on Ladies, Be a Good Sport
Early October is simply a beautiful time of year, here in my neck of the woods in northern New Jersey. The weather is sensational, mid to high 60’s, the leaves are just about starting to turn, my lawn looks plush and amazing, and the air is crisp and clean. This is absolutely optimal cigar smoking weather, gorgeous and comfortable by day, and relaxing and warm by a fire at night.
While I have to say that this is my favorite time of the year, it’s not just because of the weather or the scenery. This is the time of year when a man’s fancy turns to not only cigar smoking up a storm, but now we have a plethora of sports, sports, sports, and even more sports to fulfill our otherwise empty and meaningless existence. The NFL just started playing over a month ago and college football is in full swing. The National Hockey League just started play this past week with four teams, including my New York Rangers opening up the season in Stockholm, Sweden. And the World Series playoffs are into Round Two, as the Motor City Tigers knocked off the Evil Empire of Steinbrenerland, in an amazing five game series. Okay, I admit that I’m a lowly Mets fan and my only ‘real’ thrill is watching the Bronx Bombers implode, while Alex Rodriguez lays another egg when it comes down to crunch time. I know I need a life, but for now, I’ll live with this one, thank you.
There is not a day or evening that will go by for the next month without a multitude of games being played in a vast array of sporting events across all of North America. And while a sports fanatic like myself revels in the constant flow of quarters, periods, and innings played, it is for certain the most painful time of the year for the wives we are 
married to, the ones who take on the moniker of “sports widows” every Fall season.
I’m just so lucky that my wife doesn’t like sports and completely loathes the smell of my cigars, so I get lots of bonding time with my equally addicted buddies. One neighbor has a flat screen outside on his patio, where we spend the day watching football, and the nights watching hockey and baseball, all while puffing and pounding the likes of Alec Bradley, Rocky Patel, La Aurora, San Cristobal, Don Pepin, OLIVA CAIN & NUB, CAO, and EP Carillo… (yeah that’s right, tough guy… don’t look so surprised… we carry all that good stuff here at JR Cigars… go to the website and see for yourself!) A couple of my other buddies have iPads and we watch under the stars while enjoying our premium sticks. I’m always glad to hook up with my cromag crew to guzzle some brewzers and fire up the stoags, all while ragging the refs, cursing the coaches, and hopefully celebrating a home team victory! Unless your supposed better half digs team sports, she will be the woeful widow for a solid month, this Autumn time of year.
But hey… make sure to let the ladies know that things will become a tad more normal pretty soon, as baseball will end in a few weeks, and NBA may never get off the ground this season. You’ll be relegated to watching football only on Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Thursday, and hockey only several times a week. Wait a minute… that’s still like every single day, isn’t it? All right, we’ll just keep that to ourselves and deal with it as it rears its ugly head. In the meantime, I am seriously gearing up for a megaton of finely aged premium tobacco, hours of cromag camaraderie, and game after game of bone crunching sports, all to fill that empty void until pitchers and catchers start up again next spring. So, if you see my wife, tell her not to wait up, I’m sure there’s a west coast game on somewhere.
Til Next time,
Tommy Z . JR Cigars Blog With the Zman
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