A harbinger of spring for the poor bastards back east who are just cleaning up from another series of storms and facing a deep freeze next week.



The Texas Rangers and Kansas City Royals train a mile from my house and I'd go watch if I gave a shit about either team.

Meanwhile....it is 15 degrees in NY, 14 in Boston, 7 in Chicago and 3 in Detroit.

Oh, god, SPORTS. DOES IT EVER END?! Even the boring ones like golf get their own television channels. Sports are just awful. I can't decide which is worse, religion or sports.

Sports is like a religion where we get to boo our gods. Way less stressful.

I can't get away with it this year (just moved, new job, etc.), but this is an ideal time for a little break. I just may end up in your neck of the woods next year. My Reds are down the road in Goodyear.

There's no chance of me becoming a full fledged Mets fan; however, Citi Field is less than 4 miles from where I live (Turner Field used to be 50) so my wife an I look foward to more ballgames. The proximity even puts weekday games in play.

Yeah - Goodyear is about 15 miles due south.

Phillies fan here, I imagine we will do not a fucking thing. Ryan Howard says he's ready this year, which means he will instead be second in strikeouts this year.

Go Nationals!

The fucko buckos are my team. I look forward to another year of baited disappointment.

(March 2, 2014 at 5:35 pm)SteelCurtain Wrote: The fucko buckos are my team. I look forward to another year of baited disappointment.

But they were great last year!

(February 28, 2014 at 2:33 am)futilethewinds Wrote: Oh, god, SPORTS. DOES IT EVER END?! Even the boring ones like golf get their own television channels. Sports are just awful. I can't decide which is worse, religion or sports.

Couldn't agree more. How different America would be if the nation's culture more reflected my own.

***Ding dong***

"Hey, glad you made it. You're just in time for the broadcast of our local orchestra team playing Beethoven's ninth."

*Friends gather round the couch to watch, passing bowls of popcorn and chips*

"C'mon team! Crecendo! Crecendo!"

"Yeah! Yeah!"

*With another brilliant performance, all the gathered friends are high fiving each other. Meanwhile, cameras cut to the live stadium of spectators, zooming in on two rather zealous fans who endure the cold even as they're bare chested so they may sport their body paint violins and G clefs. Suddenly the exuberant spirits fall as the critic walks onto the field with a negative call.*

"Lousy interpretation inconsistent with the composer's intent. Two stars only."

The outraged crowd beings chanting, "Buuullllll shiiiit! Buuullll shiiiit!"

*Conductor begins kicking dust on the critics shoes.*