Baseball DIY

Dear Baseball,

I admit it: for six months of the year, I take you for granted. What I wouldn't give for a Tigers-Devil Rays game today...

Here I am, still with three weeks left until the winter of my discontent officially begins again, and I just want you back. Football, hockey, basketball...it's like having three stepfathers at once. Who needs any of them? Any sport that you can fit within a rectangle doesn't deserve my attention. They're all too lateral. Baseball explodes in all directions.

Just look at the psychological/philosophical differences between baseball and the rest. The goal of those games is to confine the ball or puck in a confined space (end zone, basket, goal). The best thing you can do in baseball is set it free, liberate it from the field of play. Which one is a better metaphor for the life you'd like to lead?

Give me a post-game interview with Joe Torre at least...

I know I complain that it's too hot in the summer, but winter temperatures bring molecules to a standstill. I'd rather sweat than wish that I were sweating. In my more irrational moments, I think that the sun would spend more time above the horizon if there were a baseball game to watch.

Baseball, I promise that I'll pay more attention to you next time around. Especially those meaningless mid-April games.

Sincerely,
Eric