Thursday, October 20, 2005

What is this baseball of which you speak

I need to start this post by saying that as a general rule I do not follow baseball. I will pay enough attention during the season so I can discuss it at work with some of the more rabid fans, but beyond that I find the game rather boring. This is not to say I do not enjoy going to see games with friends, but I feel the game is too slow to watch on television. Thirty minutes of Baseball Tonight on ESPN shows me all the important (read exciting) plays of the day without all the waiting around for something good to happen.

The second thing I need to confess is that I am the worst sort of sports fan. If it is not a national team, or Aeros/Stars/Canadiens hockey, I am a fair-weather fan.

Now that we have got that straight, a certain someone whose blog I read on a daily basis has been talking some crap about the Astros (witness ASTROS SUCK and attendant comments). Admittedly Pete backed off a bit after the ‘Stros went up 3-1 in the series (BASEBLARGH), however because I am a seven year old trapped in a thirty-two year old body, I felt the need to say:


Or rather:

At least you managed to fend off the dick-slapping promised to you by basshole. I am sure the twig and giggleberries thank you.

After the totally airwolf win by the Astros I am ready to watch me some boring World Series baseball and pretend like I cared all season long. Go Astros!

1 comment:

Pete said...

That means so much coming from a "fair weather fan."

And my twig and berries were never in any danger. I would've had basshole's still-beating heart clenched in my fist before he got close.