In celebration of the Dodgers first official spring training workout yesterday, this blog is offering up yet another post that's remarkably similar to baseball's infield fly rule: At best a lot of people aren't sure why it's even necessary and at worst everyone is completely baffled by it.
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Welcome back, Um Whaters! Today I'll be aiming for the fences as I take a brief time out from my regularly scheduled content of basically zero content to note one of my favorite events of the year: The return of major league baseball! And by aiming for the fences I of course mean I'll be standing around while staring at a called third strike because this is totally a bush league blog. My pleasure!
I love this time of year when the grass is becoming a little bit greener and the days are becoming a little bit longer and people are just this side of once again being able to hear the sound of wood hitting cork and cowhide echoing against the backdrop of a stadium filled with thousands upon thousands of screaming fans. That is, of course, provided anyone, anywhere, can actually hear anything else over the sound of the blah blah blahblahblahblahblah of Chris's annual commentary about how much baseball sucks. Because, apparently, baseball is boring and nothing ever happens and also it's boring and did I mention he says it's really super duper boring? Which, if you think about it, should equal Chris really likes baseball because do you know what else is super duper boring and filled with a whole bunch of absolutely nothing at all happening...that Chris also happens to really like? That's right. THIS BLOG.
Anyway! As spring training starts up again this year for my very favorite team in my very favorite sport –– a sport already rich in years of cherished traditions from throwing out ceremonial first pitches to standing for seventh inning stretches and drinking beer while eating hot dogs and booing the umps –– our own little baseball tradition has begun again anew this past week here at the headquarters and, comfortingly, it all somehow serves to remind me that everything is still alright in my own little corner of the world:
Enjoy the coming season, baseball fans! May all your teams totally kick a$$ unless they're playing the Dodgers, and then may they all be shut out and completely humiliated. ESPECIALLY IF YOUR TEAM IS THE YANKEES BECAUSE THE YANKEES ARE EVIL BASTARDS.