Most of these are at times I wouldn't be doing anything anyway.......7 at night usually. And I watch with my wife, a bigger fan than I am. She'd dump me and marry Yadi tomorrow, I guarantee. It's something we do together. And we do it at least a half a year.
I'm actually a bit torqued that I didn't jump on tickets for the postseason and go when ML season was in here in Arkansas. I'd rather have spent a few days in STL watching these guys than sitting in a tree watching trees. Not all season, but a day or two. Maybe that's cause I never got to go up there this summer. That won't happen again.
I love 'em. I love the Razorbacks, but they suck. Maybe before long, but not now. Now, the Cards have it.
Baseball is the game I could have played. Should have played. Maybe all in my head, but who cares. I believe it. I love watching it. I love every crazy nuance of it. The hardest single thing in all of sports to do is to hit a round baseball coming at 90 mph from 60 feet away with a round wooden stick. Nothing comes close to being that hard to do. And I love the math. And I love watching it with my wife.....or not......and absorbing it all. And I believe I'm a fan of the single most wonderful MLB franchise in the history of the game.
Go Cards. I'm proud of ya, whatever. But man.......you're messing with my atrial valves, guys. Try to blow someone out, willya?
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