Sloppy Seconds

I have left baseball once before and I swore I would never go back....Billy Beane broke my heart and I didn't think I could ever forgive him or the game he so orchestrated....and I honestly believe I will never return to it at the level I used to maintain....that isn't because of my personal choices, more because of how the game has changed.  As the first games are being played this week to open up the 2009 season I find myself being strangely drawn to it once again.  As of right now I cannot explain why....I think part of the reason is that although my interest has waned, my knowledge has not and when yesterday I found myself engaged in baseball banter over a pint of Guinness I felt something inside of me stir that I decided to finally acknowledge.  Part of the reason might of been the cutie Justin who was politely indulging my rants but the other reason, the main reason is one that I haven't been wanting to admit for some time now....and that is that I just love it....I love talking about it, analyzing it, putting it down....I love talking about players I love and why (Tim Hudson because I witnessed him pretending to give Barry Zito a kiss at a radio show taping and it was the single most awesomest thing ever!!!) and players I hate and why (Dustin Pedroia because he always looks like he needs to take a shower)....I love talking about my outlandish theories (the real reason Alex Rodriguez chose to have season postponing surgery is because he hopes everyone will forget about his highly publicized trysts with Madonna by the time he returns next month, but he is going to discover he is sorely mistaken) and my eternal distaste for the A's organization which I consider to be the "Quad-A" team of the major leagues.

Here's to the 2009 season.  And since I don't have a team anymore, may your team win!