I'll be honest. Baseball is making me sad. We moved to one of the greatest baseball towns in the country, where Ruth used to build houses, and I can't find a single person to watch the all-star game with me. I miss sitting at friend's houses, drinking beers and talking stats. I miss Dodger stadium. I miss Dodger games. I have had a real hard time even listening to Dodger games since first pitch is usually at 10:15 pm. I miss Vin. I miss Dodger dogs. I had a brief fling with trying to follow the Mets last season, but it just isn't the same.

Oh, Bums, why did you leave Brooklyn? We could be so great together here. I could sit on the stoop enjoying a frosty beverage and listen to you lose game after game. But I wouldn't care. All my friends would talk bad about you, but I would stand up for you. But I suppose you're better off in the wide open spaces, free to roam. So, Ol' Blue, thanks for the good times while they lasted. I hope to see you again soon, but for now, show my friends out there a good time. Don't let them forget how wonderful you can be.

Labels: Baseball, Life