Sitting in the lobby of the hotel in Tucson, listening to Bing Crosby singing “it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas”, watching the palm trees whip in the wind and the rain come down in buckets as el nino enjoys itself in the city that gets 340 days of sunshine, might be kind of depressing.

But tomorrow’s forecast is for sun, after loosing 5 golf balls and shooting 107 yesterday there is lots of room for improvement, and i didn’t spend $400 for a ticket for the Winter Classic that looks like its going to get rained out.  Mostly I’m sitting in a nice resort in Arizona.

It isn’t a bluebird blue day, but it isn’t bad, just different.