All autumn and winter long, I am surround by football fans.
Now, I don't mean to disparage (American) football. It's a fine sport, and I still love watching college ball, even if my excitement for the pro game has deeply faded in the last few years. But it dominates thought and conversation around the water cooler, so to speak. Meanwhile, as an IndyCar fan, I can't get a word in edgewise, with only the odd bit of Silly Season drama to liven things up. There are days for the IndyCar fan in November and December where it seems as if you last had a good discussion about racing or watched a race sometime back in 1975. We all know the offseason is too long and too quiet for fans wanting speed and action, and driver announcements only do so much, as fun as it can be to speculate. It's a slow, painful wait for the IndyCar manic.
But now? Now, even with snow still on the ground and in the forecast, things are starting to turn. The Rolex 24 has come and gone. The Super Bowl, with all its overhyped commercials and excruciating micro-analysis, is done. If you see it as just a waystation on the way to IndyCar, then that fact just might bring you some hope.
Slowly but surely, IndyCar is coming back. This week, the Mazda Road to Indy sees USF2000 lead off with its preseason Winterfest Championship, six early races that will gauge much for the season to come.
I love the Kansas City Royals (don't ask) and Butler basketball, but I don't wait for those things like IndyCar. The waiting for those things is bearable. But for IndyCar, all other sporting events--the NFL, Bowl Championship Series, even the interminable NBA schedule--are just reference points counting down for the one sport that matters to me.
Spring is a long time in coming in IndyCar, but never doubt it will arrive. Just know you aren't alone in your waiting and mania.