It's that time of year again. Time for the sounds, sights and smells associated with the greatest game on earth. Players are descending upon Arizona and Florida with one goal in mind, finish the year holding a championship trophy proudly over their head.
For fans, the debating over their team's 2012 chances are coming to a head. Some care about the Spring Training standings (this guy), some don't. To some, spring stats are useful tool, forecasting for the season ahead. For others those numbers are meaningless.
For some fans, the baseball season is like adding a second marriage for the next eight months. A marriage with all the trimmings (ups, downs, elation, despair, depression and most importantly....antacids). We'll get mad at, we'll argue with it and we'll swear to never talk to it again. But the next day will come, and there we will be, watching or listening or following along on our computer. We love this game, whether we like it or not. And that heartbreaking and heart-warming time of year is upon us, and i couldn't be more excited.
Now where did I put my tums and maalox at?
For some fans, the baseball season is like adding a second marriage for the next eight months. A marriage with all the trimmings (ups, downs, elation, despair, depression and most importantly....antacids). We'll get mad at, we'll argue with it and we'll swear to never talk to it again. But the next day will come, and there we will be, watching or listening or following along on our computer. We love this game, whether we like it or not. And that heartbreaking and heart-warming time of year is upon us, and i couldn't be more excited.
Now where did I put my tums and maalox at?
