New Years is an odd holiday. I never quite understood why people would dress up, wear strange hats, sing outdated songs, and drink way to much celebrating having to purchase a new calendar. Oh sure I am as excited as the next guy to remove the cellophane from a new calendar and look at the 12 pictures that adorn each month. But after the first 10 or 15 seconds the calendar gets hung on the side of the refrigerator and forgotten. Well, that’s not exactly true. The calendar does get its fair amount of usage from January 1 through February 19 and October 3 through December 31 when I count down the days until pitchers and catchers report or lament how many days it has been since I was last at a baseball game. But overall the calendar is one of those, to paraphrase Ron Popeil, “set it and forget it” kind of things.