There are only a few things that I would consider inevitable. The sun will rise in the east and set in the west. The Tampa Bay Rays will have a losing season guaranteeing them yet another top 10 pick in the amateur draft. And I will get sick right after the holidays. For as long as I can remember, right after New Years I have come down with a cold. It doesn’t seem to matter what I do to try and break this cycle, it always seems to happen. I remember when my daughter Whitney was born I was so sick that the doctor and the nurses thought they were going to need a gurney for me in the delivery room. In a last moment decision they just propped me in a corner and put a gown and mask on me. A few days after Whitney’s birth; I was diagnosed with walking pneumonia. I am not sure how I got that since I was definitely not doing any walking at that time and I’d never even met pneumonia. All I knew about pneumonia was that my grandmother planted them around her house every spring. They had the prettiest pinks and purple blooms on them during the summer. Well anyways, it is January 5 and I am once again sick.