The Zak Zone

The past few days, I really haven't known what to do with myself.

With the boys' soccer team concluding their season with a trip to states and the volleyball team finishing second in a heated District IX championship game against Bradford โ€” and congratulations to both teams โ€” the PAHS fall sports season came to a screeching halt.

The girls' elementary basketball tournament tided me over last week, but with its conclusion last Thursday night, I found myself in a situation unfamiliar to me since I started working at The Spirit โ€” a completely blank calendar for an entire week.

Now, as is always the case, there are stories to cover and catch up on here at the paper, and I'm thankful for those features, as I get to step outside my comfort/coverage zones and dive into some new material.

But for the first time in months, each day on my schedule consisted of coming in and writing without waiting for any sports scores to roll in or heading out to cover any games personally.

I kind of missed the rush that comes with waiting for the phone call and writing the story on the latest sports happenings.

Naturally, the writer in me rejoices in a bit of a lull on the calendar to give my mind a temporary reprieve.

But the sports fan in me is already eagerly anticipating the tip-off of basketball season and the first Punxsy wrestling match, which will indicate the winter sports season is upon us.

Just as in nature, one season's end means the beginning of another.

Growing up, I knew four seasons: Baseball season, football season, hockey season and March Madness.

I followed the three Pittsburgh teams closely and kept an eye on the basketball scene, but really only tuned in on weekends in March.

So, my seasons, though they overlapped, kept me entertained throughout the entire year.

The day after the Major League All-Star game has always been the only day that I haven't gone home and had something I could tune in and watch.

Spring and summer were occupied by baseball.

In the fall, football took over, and in the cold winter months, hockey dominated my television dial.

Now, I find myself in a similar position with my work. Each season means another season is right around the corner, but the difference is there is no overlap between seasons in the high school schedules.

Many of the same athletes play winter, fall and spring sports, meaning there has to be time in between the seasons for preparation on the next team's part.

The practice times leave those of us who faithfully follow the local sports waiting eagerly in anticipation.

Next week, the basketball and wrestling teams will begin their preparations on the court and the mat for the upcoming season, with games scheduled to begin the second week of December.

I, for one, can say that I really, really can't wait for the next season, and I think I speak for many of the parents and faithful fans in Punxsy, as well.

Good luck to the basketball and wrestling teams as they begin their preparations.

The indoor seasons, which will be a welcome reprieve from the cold weather, will be upon us before we know it. But for now, we wait.

And the old saying is true: Good things come to those who wait.