I heart baseball season

As I sit here and gaze out at the street, I can't help but feel a little giddy. Because I happen to be munching on some seeds (of the sunflower persuasion)... and am going to my little bro's baseball game after work. I love this time of year.

Ever since I was a young child, I have been transfixed by the game of baseball. I love to play it, to watch it. I love the mental acuity that is required to play it well. Those who do not understand the game think that it is just a white trash beer fest consisting of fat guys trying to hit the ball, but that's basically just in Boston. (ZING!)

To play it well, a player must be both athletic and intuitive. That's probably why I've always loved it, the subtle nuances of the game that separate the true fans from the beer drinkers. I love trying to figure out what a manager's going to do... is he going to pull the pitcher out and put in a lefty... is he going to call for a hit and run? SO great.

And yeah, I'm a die hard Yankees fan and always will be, even though I loathe the Steinbrenners and A-Rod and wish they could pull their heads out. I've been this way since birth, and I don't really care about the people who give me crap about it. Though it does suck that Boston's been good. (Note the above comment about Boston.) To me, the Yankees are baseball, and the Yankees/Bo Sox rivalry is so compelling because it's the oldest in sports. Last night marked the 1,995 game they've played against one another. I mean, that's impressive for real. So as long as you're hardcore, I respect you, but if you bought the hat and think that makes you a fan, I think you should stick to another sport.

Anyhoo, I'm just happy that for the next 5 1/2 months I'll know what's going on in the world of sports and that I get to sit back and enjoy my favorite time of the year.