I really, really do.
I'm one of those guys that is too into baseball. The kind that remembers all sorts of random stats and facts about players. The kinda guy that gets weepy when a rookie catcher hoses the second fastest player in the AL at second base in the 9th inning of a meaningless game. Baseball is my escape, for 7 months out of the year. We haven't always had a winner here in Minnesota, but I would still watch, through those terrible years and manage to enjoy myself ( because even yelling at players for screwing up is still fun, in a way). I don't miss the other sports. Baseball was always reliable. There was always a game on nearly every day. I can watch two teams that I dont give a rip about, and enjoy myself.
I miss yelling at Joe Buck. I MISS JOE BUCK. Baseball (and some NFL) fans know how severe of a statement that is. FoxNorth has been replaying games from the twins 87 and 91 runs the last few weeks. ( I forgot how easy Joe's dad was to listen to. McCarver was bad, even then) My wife has caught me tearing up on more than one occasion. I knew the pitch count that Puckett hit his walk off in game 6. I knew Glavine was pissed in game 2 after the braves couldn't score, and gave up a homer to Leius on his first pitch of the 8th that just squeaked over the left field plexiglass. Although I did forget about the dome's plexiglass. I can still see Deion Sanders in Atlanta all decked out in gold chains. He couldn't play in the playoffs, since it was football season. My dad hated him. He's my all time favorite player of anything ever.
They're talking about getting games going in Arizona. I know it's probably selfish of me to want that, but I do. I can watch with zero fans. I can watch without my local broadcasters ( shout to to Bremer and Blyleven, I miss those voices in my house every night). I guess I miss normalcy. Until that happens I will keep watching my old games, knowing the outcome, but still yelling at the TV because how can you not score with the bases loaded and one out, omg. It's game seven, people!
I know the majority of this country never pay attention to baseball. The season is too long, its too boring, etc etc. But I miss baseball. I hope it comes back soon.
I'm one of those guys that is too into baseball. The kind that remembers all sorts of random stats and facts about players. The kinda guy that gets weepy when a rookie catcher hoses the second fastest player in the AL at second base in the 9th inning of a meaningless game. Baseball is my escape, for 7 months out of the year. We haven't always had a winner here in Minnesota, but I would still watch, through those terrible years and manage to enjoy myself ( because even yelling at players for screwing up is still fun, in a way). I don't miss the other sports. Baseball was always reliable. There was always a game on nearly every day. I can watch two teams that I dont give a rip about, and enjoy myself.
I miss yelling at Joe Buck. I MISS JOE BUCK. Baseball (and some NFL) fans know how severe of a statement that is. FoxNorth has been replaying games from the twins 87 and 91 runs the last few weeks. ( I forgot how easy Joe's dad was to listen to. McCarver was bad, even then) My wife has caught me tearing up on more than one occasion. I knew the pitch count that Puckett hit his walk off in game 6. I knew Glavine was pissed in game 2 after the braves couldn't score, and gave up a homer to Leius on his first pitch of the 8th that just squeaked over the left field plexiglass. Although I did forget about the dome's plexiglass. I can still see Deion Sanders in Atlanta all decked out in gold chains. He couldn't play in the playoffs, since it was football season. My dad hated him. He's my all time favorite player of anything ever.
They're talking about getting games going in Arizona. I know it's probably selfish of me to want that, but I do. I can watch with zero fans. I can watch without my local broadcasters ( shout to to Bremer and Blyleven, I miss those voices in my house every night). I guess I miss normalcy. Until that happens I will keep watching my old games, knowing the outcome, but still yelling at the TV because how can you not score with the bases loaded and one out, omg. It's game seven, people!
I know the majority of this country never pay attention to baseball. The season is too long, its too boring, etc etc. But I miss baseball. I hope it comes back soon.
