Fear and Loathing

I don’t know why I do this.  Every year I say its not going to happen, yet somehow, it does.

Spring Training.

What’s so bad about Spring Training you ask?  How could I possibly not want to be involved in the anual tradition that starts my favorite pastime?  Who wouldn’t want to spend time in small cozy stadiums drinking beer, talking to players and generally having a fantastic time?

One answer to all those questions:  The BraveSoxTalk guys – Matt and Alan.

That’s who I’ll be attending the games with.  I’d send you a link to their rundown from the last time we all went, but they stopped paying their bills and their website has been shutdown.  Coincidentally, their accounts have been frozen and men in dark suits keep knocking on my door asking questions about them that I just can’t answer.

What I can tell you is that I learned some very basic and important facts from my trips to FL with them:

• No amount of boyish charm can easily explain why you’ve broken every lamp, mirror and TV in the room playing Hotel Baseball.
• Maria Sharipova is not interested in meeting any of us. Ever.
• Blood does not come out of hotel room walls or carpet.

So if its so damn bad, why am I going?  Some might say I’m a glutton for punishment.  Some might say I’m a bit of a fanboy.  They’re probably right on both accounts, because when it comes down to it; I’d rather follow two suspected felons on their way to eventual disaster than sit around at home watching the WBC on TV.

Watch out Florida, you are officially Effed.