One Man's thoughts, rants, and mumblings on family, life, and baseball.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Ease My Pain
Pitchers and Catchers report next week.
I've kept my mind occupied with football, 24, LOST, and wondering if that is really Regis Philbin's hair or if he wears a rug (I'm going with a toup; it's too perfect) for the past 4 months.
A lot can happen in that time; Trot is now mostly potty trained, save for the occasional "Woops. I thought the laundry room was the bathroom". I can actually hold a conversation with Rakes where he is listening; yes, it's like a German Shepherd staring at you while you talk about NOT tearing up the furniture, then as soon as you are done the sofa looks like it belongs in Fred Sanford's house. But he IS listening.
Manny still doesn't have a contract, Tek does, and John Smoltz will be wearing the second letter of the alphabet on his cap rather than the first. We elected a new President, the same old crap is going on in the Middle East, and by some strange turn of events I look 4 years older and Ang looks 14 years younger. Whoever said life was fair?
None of that matters, though. Spring Training is upon us, Opening Day is right around the corner, and in a little over 3 months I'll be in Boston, MA to see the Sox play the Mets and participate in MEGAPALOOZA 2009.
Short of a asteroid striking my house or NESN hiring Chip Carey and Buck Martinez there is pretty much nothing the world can throw at me to sandblast the smile off my face.