It’s back, people. The one…ok one OF, but definitely an essential thing in my life that my soul craves…baseball. I play this funny little game with myself every season after the Red Sox either win it all, or choke in the playoffs where I delete my MLB At Bat app. It’s my own version of throwing my phone while still holding on to it because I don’t want to give Apple any more of my hard earned money (even though I guess with the 7 it’s only $25). There is just something so satisfying about that shaking box as you’re holding the X that makes you feel better after your team has just choked. I would say that I’d delete it after the Padres no longer had a shot but I’d be sitting there mid-May twiddling my thumbs for another year. 

Crickets?

I suppose the only problem is that I actually have no time to think, which is slightly problematic just in regards to being an adult human. Thus, no time to write for all 2 of you followers, my dog is getting ignored (she really isn’t, she still runs shit around here), and I may not have time to get to a lot of games this season /pay for Petco admission, stay for a few innings, and go somewhere more interesting. 

So, what is it about the slowness of waiting for a guy to take 12+ pitches in order to walk on base that thrills me? No idea. I am probably one of the only people I know who can sit through an entire major league game (with a good team) and actually care about the outcome. Anyway, we are less than a week away from root, root, rooting for the home team (sadly) and if they don’t win it’s a shame (or expected). Go Padres!