Health Care Reform.
Republicans blasting Democrats and Democrats blasting Republicans.
An Earthquake in Japan.
That nutjob in Iran and his nukes and Israeli commandos taking out some muckity muck from Hamas in Saudi Arabia of all places.
The USA is cleaning house and taking names at the Winter Olympics and Ryan Seacrest unfortunately still has his gig on AI.
ALL of this is going on, Trot has turned into Coco the Gorilla, Rakes is getting N's on his writing at school and some dink asked Ciera to be his girlfriend the other day.
You'd think I'd be plotting my escape to some deserted Island where me and my family could live out our days in peace and quiet, away from all the clutter the world provides everyday.
And we would, except for 2 things.
One? Opening Day is a little over a month away; it's my light at the end of the tunnel, my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and my visit to the shrink all rolled into one.
Two? The feeling in the pit of my stomach that Dustin Pedroia is poised to win his second MVP award in 3 years; you heard it here first.
2010 is gonna be The Year of the Munchkin.
95 mph coming in and 195 mph going out.