I think part of the reason my brain has been so quiet recently is because of the darkness in my soul that is a lack of BASEBALL. We're a little over halfway through the offseason, and I'm really starting to feel it. I want to talk about it, I want to see it, and I really want to hear it. Even the gentle hum of a spring training exhibition in the background would be an all-healing salve for me about now.
I had a fever the last couple of days, and I thought it was attributed to bacteria or a virus, or something, but it is not. It is baseball fever. Now put our your cereal so I can sneeze in it, because it's the most delicious fever of all to have.
All for now.
Not giving up.
1 day ago
3 comments:
You do not like boys, Mr. "I Tell Lies So That The Titles of My Posts Will Be Funny."
Stop misrepresenting the Tribe. Don't make me call Barney Frank.
[Word verification: "angre." Which is like "anger," but French-Canadian.]
Since I know you want to know the whole story:
the title of the post comes from an episode of "Newsradio" wherein Bill and Dave are arguing over the editing of his opening day baseball promotion; at one point, Khandi Alexander comes in and re-edits the promo so that it plays as the quotation I used.
I feel your pain. I'm so tired of having to measure time with a clock rather than a pitch.
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