My baseball and me
Jeeze. Tough crowd. Yes, I really write this blog. Yes, I am a huge baseball fan. Yes, I?ve read all of your comments that you?ve left for me (ouch). No, this isn?t for publicity. And no, my entries won?t come and go like the other high profile blogs you are referring to (of which I am not aware but shame on them).
I have no way of proving any of this to you except to keep going. You?ll just have to take my word for it. I will hopefully convert the doubters. It will be my mission.
I will now do my best to address some of your comments directly:
- Keith, although Zito and I are still great friends, since I am a Dodger fan, there is no possible way I can help you with this request.
- Christine, all styles (there are many more and the MLB.com Shop will expand) are available for every team but unfortunately, I have no control over what the teams stock to sell in the stadium shops or what MLB.com chooses to sell. My suggestion would be to write MLB.com and express to them that you are disappointed in the selection available for your teams.
- G, I happen to love geeks and I think pocket protectors are hot.
- Bilbo4771, I do think McGwire deserves to be in the Hall Of Fame. And when Bonds hits #754 you absolutely pitch to him.
Anyone that reads this should know the following information about my baseball and me:
- I never leave a game early.
- I love nachos with just cheese and guacamole even though it makes my ankles swell (but I will occasionally partake in a Dodger tofu dog, which if chased by a diet soda gives me the burps for days).
- I cried the first time I saw a fan wearing TOUCH in the stands that wasn?t my mother.
- I grew up watching baseball on my dad?s lap. This is him:
- I participate in the wave whenever possible.
- I am often the one that starts the chant that eventually makes it to your section.
- I have a recurring dream that I am a pitcher but have the yips.
- My favorite present day Dodger is Russell Martin — with Nomar in close second despite his obsessive compulsive batter box habits that make me anxious. Here’s a picture I took of Nomar last year at the All-Star Game:
- My favorite all time player is Roberto Clemente (because of his righteous humanitarian work).
- I hate when the count is 0-2 and the pitcher throws that ball low and away (the batter knows just as well as we do that it?s coming so why not throw it in the zone for the love of God).
- The last time I got star struck was when I saw Ned Colletti at my annual Christmas party for the Mattel Center at UCLA Children?s Hospital. Tommy Lasorda was Santa:
- The Angels billboards all over Los Angeles — and particularly the one of Bartolo Colon on Olympic Blvd (which is on the way to Dodger Stadium I might add) — freaking drive me crazy (am I alone on this?)!!! They should put that billboard on the 15-day DL.
- I am concerned about our outfield defensively and think Gonzo throws like a girl.
- I love baseball because it?s something we all share.
We may disagree. You may think the Cardinals won The World Series while I think the Tigers lost The World Series. You may not like Bonds for cheating while I dislike Bonds for lying about cheating. But baseball is ours and no matter what our differences are, where we come from, what we do for a living, what ethnicity or religion we are, we share a bond. It?s a bond that is cemented by a red-laced ball and the comfort of hearing it land in a glove. All you need is gLove. And for those nine innings, all our differences are irrelevant. In a time when we are so politically divided and as you have confirmed in your comments, tend to disagree, we unite — and all we see is blue.