It's the most wonderful time of the year.
The hap-happiest season of all.
Baseballtime.
I have to remind myself not to take these spring training games too seriously. The proven players are only here to warm up their bones, and tied games after the ninth finish as ties. It's all casual and fun.
It's less casual and less fun for the invitees who, if they don't make the roster, spend another season in the mid-minors.
Less casual and less fun for the guys who tweak a muscle while trying to prove their worth.
Less casual and less fun for the guys who bunt baseballs into their own faces.
Less casual and less fun for the guys who fall down the stairs.
Less casual and less fun for the guys who could be broken beyond all repair.
Baseball giveth, and baseball taketh away.
This season will be wrought with drama and side-notes and other items of interest:
- who will take advantage of the new playoff spots?
- will the Red Sox and their new annoying manager get their act together?
- ...the New York Mets more so?
- Cardinals sans Pujols?
- Angels with Pujols?
- Tigers with Prince?
- can 49-year-old Jaime Moyer (and his 1-year-old Tommy John'd arm) still be useful?
- can 44-year-old Omar Vizquel... also be useful?
I can't wait. I can't wait.
HEY,
These are some of my favorite baseball songs.
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The Baseball Project - Buckner's Bolero
Chuck Brodsky - The Bellyache Heard 'Round The World
Bob Dylan - Catfish
Belle and Sebastian - Piazza, New York Catcher
Ozma - Baseball
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