The problem with April is that it doesn't last forever.
Although October makes a valiant effort to win the title of "Best Month of the Year," its Halloween hijinks and World Series heroics are no match for what April brings to the table.
It begins with baseball making a triumphant, long-awaited return.
This alone would be enough, but before you can even finish swooning over Matt Kemp, the Final Four swoops in with its buzzer beaters and broken hearts.
But if you're like me and you prefer your action to be fast, loud and slightly homoerotic, then the sports entertainment phenomenon known as Wrestlemania brings a shriek of joy to your curly-headed heart.
Throw in my birthday and the fact that Easter has inexplicably morphed into Summer Christmas and what we have here is overwhelming evidence that April friggin' rocks.
It's also the month when all the pretty girls finally ditch their scarves and break out the sundresses, giving me something nice to look at while I avoid eye contact with them at Walgreens.
Oh, April. Can't you stay a little longer?
Juuust a bit outside.
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