For many winters I've ventured south, leaving cold and snowy Boston behind for a much-anticipated guys weekend. And where do I go, you ask? The warm golf courses of sunny Hilton Head, SC? No thanks. The sun and fun of Miami’s South Beach? Pass. Then surely you must go to that adult playland known as Las Vegas, right? Nope - Vegas is for suckers. I prefer to do something completely different when I want to escape. For me, nothing says “spring break” more than going to Atlantic City in the dead of winter.
Yes, many months before extras from the "Jersey Shore" descend on its famed boardwalk, you will find yours truly landing at the Philadelphia airport, driving a rental car to the last stop on the Atlantic City Parkway, passing the Borgata and the Taj Majal, crossing the lonely and shuttered Brigantine highway, and finally rolling up the driveway of the same vacant, summer rental triple-decker that I have enjoyed for many years. No golf. No beach. That's right friends, it's my long anticipated, annual Fantasy Baseball draft weekend.