I could give a flying leap it's a Spring Training exhibition, the Sox are losing 3-1 in the 5th inning, or that I'm once again subjected to that dink Bob and his stupid furniture commercials on NESN every 7 minutes.
There is a baseball game being played, Pedie is rolling around in the dirt, and even though Remy is AWOL with an "infection" (I firmly believe this is code for "Jerry didn't feel like coming down to Florida and watching a glorified practice just yet") I have a spring in my step I haven't had since last October.
Baseball is back. And while Ang is a little sad she's becoming a baseball widow again so soon, she's happy for me; something about the 2 hour rants each night about why I think Brad Penny will win the Cy Young while she tried to watch Desperate Housewives factors in. I'm not really sure how as I wasn't even listening in the first place.
Most of all? Mr. Pesky is in uniform, walking around telling stories, and since it's Spring Training the MLB Dugout police can't keep him from sitting where he belongs. Right next to Big Papi on the bench.
My lord do I love this game.