The Hose

Baseball is your favorite co-dependant ex-girlfriend

It's baseball season again! HooRay! That's great! I love baseball, its means summer and peanuts and openning day and "root root root for the hometeam" and box scores and crazy stats (OPS? Holds? what? who?) and fantasy league.

Baseball is great, I love baseball right up until the first pitch. After that it's all down hill. There is no where to go, but down. You ate your hotdog, you got indigestion. You're mets fan, and somehow you are ten game out 4 games into the season. You're a yankee fan and with every loss you're worried about Jeter getting traded to the Orioles for a bag of peanuts and Brady Andersen. Somehow, 1 game into the season your fantasy team is 15th out of 16th. Its just not fair.

I mean has anyone sat in Yankee Stadium in mid July, Its hot and people are crazy! Who needs it, the sweat and the smell and the $6 dollar icey treats.

But you'll all be back next April....