Ricky D, I'm tellin ya, baseball is truly a fine ale.
As Spring Training fades into Opening Day....the boys hustle valiantly, fighting off perhaps expected improved mediocrity with the unknown of promising young infielders mixed with the slighter side of the league's quality heady veterans.
Speaking in your language, The 2011 Stros should be a healthy cross between this year's Sixers and Grizzlies. Solid players. Guys to hope for, guys to make fun of, e.g. Big Fatty, and young kids to encourage, like Brett Wallace aka: Tree Trunks McNugent (aka T.T. McNuge).
As a baseball fan, you'll have a relaxing something-to-do every night of the week: watch the game somewhere between a channel-flipping passiveness and a Rockets game-watching-focus. Of course, going to the Juice Box is wonderful--a DOGandaBEER at a ballgame is as culturally relevant as fireworks on the 4th of July. But becoming at least a relaxed casual fan: it's a great background for bars, parties, get-togeths, and driving--a calming constant in our involved lives for the hot-weather half of the year. Just wait until your first pennant race--leisure life doesn't get more intensely stimulating than that.
You're as open-minded a cat as anyone (which is rare).
Pick it up, Ma Bru, as it will you.
May baseball find you well.
Adam
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