I can still remember this: maybe like 2nd or 3rd grade my Mom gave me this little box of chocolates called the Whitman Sampler - the one with about 4 chocolates in it? And I decided to re-gift it as my own romantic Valentine to Real Pretty Cheryl With The Blonde Hair who I sat a couple rows behind in class.
I walked to her house, put the Sampler on her doorstep, rang the doorbell and hauled ass.
I hid in some bushes at a house across the street and sure enough, Cheryl answered the door and picked up the box of chocolates, looked around and then walked back inside.
That's when I realized A) I forgot the card part B) She'd never know it was me and C) Valentine's Day is stupid.
Here's an idea.
If I was FTD (or any giant flower company), I'd totally hook up with MLB and offer flowers in team colors for baseball fans to give to each other on "Pitchers and Catchers Report Day", which might give Feb 14th a little deeper meaning...
Those little disgusting "heart" candies could have messages like "Don't Trade For Brian Roberts" or "I hope Prince Fielder hurts his foot" instead of "Be Mine".
(I may have to re-visit this subject as the date gets closer...)
This illustration is in the February VINELINE, which just came out.
Always nice to know when things are gonna get started.
The first Spring Training game is a little further off, 35 days (70 Q-tips), March 1st vs. the Los Angeles Angels.
