Maybe it's because I turned 40 this year.
Or it could be the fact I'll celebrate my 18th wedding anniversary this December after 3 kids, 1700 arguments, 3 Presidents and a Partridge in a Pear Tree.
The fact that I may have finally grew up is still 3 or 4 years away from being a viable option so it may just boil down to there are only so many hours in a day and only so many things I can pass the buck to but I'm having a hard time pinpointing the reason I'm really into the baseball playoffs considering the Red Sox are lining up tee times at Pebble Beach right now.
Doc throwing a no hitter and the Rangers going up 2-0 over the Rays and Bobby Cox retiring are playing a part, no doubt about it.
It's that lil' fella I'm holding in my lap, along with his brother and sister that have caused me to morph into Ken Burns/Bob Costas all of a sudden. All of a sudden they are all three old enough to get the fact Dad is a raging lunatic when it comes to baseball; and all three are spending more and more time sitting next to me on the couch while the 2010 Post-Season unfolds.
And as I answer question after question about who is that and who are they and is Manny going to play for the Braves next year I get more and more invested in what is going on.
Finally I GET how a guy heading hard and fast toward middle age can somehow relate to a pre-teen, a 1st grader, and a future head of the Gambino family all at once.
Sweet Mother of Mary do I love this game.
This Week on My TV: November 15, 2014
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