Thank you, Ryan Dempster, for making us all smile.
Cubs fans appreciate the hope given by the affable Cubs pitchers guarantee to win it all.
Everyone else is just happy to laugh at the far-fetched prediction as opposed to scratching their heads over whose lies are bigger between Roger Clemens and Brian McNamee.
For this sports fanatic, there is no emotional salve like the phrase, pitchers and catchers report. Baseball isnt the only sport sitting before congress right now and, much like a trip to southwest used to ease my mid-semester restlessness, Im dying for a little sunshine. Even if it just means absorbing it via the two-minute SportCenter spring training recap.
As the players that arent spilling lies under oath unzip their equipment bag for the first time, a journey begins.
A journey thats going to see dozens of injuries both tiny and downright debilitating. A 162-game grinder that makes a guy wonder why NBA players even fall into the same tax bracket as baseball players.
Whether or not the Cubs sneak a title in before that little century mark passes them by is, really, immaterial right now.
Its time for circling the Pepsi promotion day on the calendar to make sure I dont miss out on $1 hot dogs at Miller Park.
Its time for frivolous side-bets between friends over which gourmet delicacy will come away with the ever-coveted Sausage Race Cup.
Soon there will be baseball, too. When that time gets closer, I'll indulge all of you with my always-entertaining-but-never-accurate preseason predictions.
But for now, Im just daydreaming of the creature comforts that come with the territory of the Great American Pastime.
Cubs fans appreciate the hope given by the affable Cubs pitchers guarantee to win it all.
Everyone else is just happy to laugh at the far-fetched prediction as opposed to scratching their heads over whose lies are bigger between Roger Clemens and Brian McNamee.
For this sports fanatic, there is no emotional salve like the phrase, pitchers and catchers report. Baseball isnt the only sport sitting before congress right now and, much like a trip to southwest used to ease my mid-semester restlessness, Im dying for a little sunshine. Even if it just means absorbing it via the two-minute SportCenter spring training recap.
As the players that arent spilling lies under oath unzip their equipment bag for the first time, a journey begins.
A journey thats going to see dozens of injuries both tiny and downright debilitating. A 162-game grinder that makes a guy wonder why NBA players even fall into the same tax bracket as baseball players.
Whether or not the Cubs sneak a title in before that little century mark passes them by is, really, immaterial right now.
Its time for circling the Pepsi promotion day on the calendar to make sure I dont miss out on $1 hot dogs at Miller Park.
Its time for frivolous side-bets between friends over which gourmet delicacy will come away with the ever-coveted Sausage Race Cup.
Soon there will be baseball, too. When that time gets closer, I'll indulge all of you with my always-entertaining-but-never-accurate preseason predictions.
But for now, Im just daydreaming of the creature comforts that come with the territory of the Great American Pastime.
