As i sit here, watching the mens downhill in my comfy underarmour sweatshirt and track pants, i gaze out my living room window at my backyard. I notice that something is odd about the plush white duvet which usually covers the ground, at a second glance why yes something is off; for its not so much a duvet, but more of a thin blanket stained with ugly green smudges. I now move my gaze to the kitten calendar which hangs on my fridge, no it is not late march, it is mid feuary.
I take this all into account and am inclined to agree with you; this season has been shit.