Yet Another Word on Winter Dibs
Thinking about the whole ongoing ‘winter dibs’ exchange that’s been going on here, I was reminded of our recent experience with weekend soccer. This is not an easy thing to do in the northeast in the winter; our usual haunt, the fields that lay amidst the Olmstead-ian splendor of Prospect Park, are closed to us (for reseeding, etc, a policy that is rather sporadically enforced). So we shifted to an artificial turf field; not quite as nice, instead of ponds and trees there’s a view of a Staples and a Pep Boys and gusts of Fourth Avenue exhaust. And yet it’s green and it’s flat. But then come the great batterings of snow — a dozen or so inches over the past few weeks.
We don’t sit around and kvetch, however, we bring out the shovels! And, wouldn’t you know it, after shoveling one weekend, we return to find someone else playing in our spot. But it’s a public park (as the streets are public), after all, first come, first served. There’s no nasty words exchanged, no vandalism (maybe it’s cars that breed that special sense of entitlement). So we shovel out an even bigger section — and shoveling is a great way to warm up for 90 minutes of football.
There’s now snow in the forecast again, so it looks like the shovels will be out in force. I’m starting to wonder why soccer isn’t included in the Winter Games.
(Photos by Jordin Isip)
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