Every off-season my phone prepares itself to get a lot less use; not checking it every five minutes to see stat updates makes my wife happy. For me, there’s a bittersweet feeling. It almost seems like the baseball season isn’t six months long (wait, yes it does). In a week it’s bye-bye to Stat-tracker, Yahoo! and ESPN apps, MLB Network and MLB AtBat; now it’s time for just watching baseball.
I’m talking a whole nine-inning game, not just highlights and live look-ins or catching three innings of a game when I can; or hitting up a few games, getting a hot dog, complaining about parking and overpriced beer, never catching a foul ball, leaving early because it’s a blow out; I’m talking playoff baseball. My Cubs are in it and I’m ready to see them get to that World Series. Yes, this is the year. No more curses, stupid goats or nerdy scapegoats. This is the year! And now that I’ve sufficiently jinxed the Cubbies, back to fantasy baseball.
Please, blog, may I have some more?