Tuesday, April 7, 2009


I decided to write again, more for myself.
Baseball is back and I am stoked. I have learned that it's not just about winning and losing. It's about spending three hours sitting in front of a TV, and having your friends complain that they're bored while I am having a great time. It's about sitting in a plastic seat at Coors Field far away from the action because I only wanted to pay $10. Mostly it's about the peace I feel when I am involved with something so simple, yet so great.

Ubaldo Jimenez dealt like a mafia drug dealer. What is more enjoyable than watching players swing right past 98 mph fastballs, then buckle to disgusting 74 mph curves? It makes me super stoked to know that an object the size of a baseball can make a grown man cringe, even though it passes three feet away from him. Strike three, class dismissed.

I hope that the Rockies get off to a good start this year. Finish off April 5 games over .500 so that people can forget about the cry baby that left the Broncos, and learn about some real character players like Tulo, Spilly, and Stewart. They care about their team. They care about success. They don't care about distractions. In fact, from my view, baseball is the distraction. I am addicted to a league who's sole purpose is to distract me. But I like it and it makes me happy, so I will gladly be distracted 162 times over the next 6 months.

The biggest professional distractor in my life is Bill Simmons. His podcasts are epic, and have killed my ability to do homework.

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