This blog post quite literally wrote itself. Totally my favorite kind of blog post. Less thinking involved, something that hurts and I am bad at. I really nailed it with my Chase Headley and Billy Butler predictions, you guys. Like a weak child throwing darts at a board too far away and too high up on the wall, my heart swells with pride and ego when I hit the target. Nevermind all the holes in the drywall. I don’t know anything about those. Never seen them before. What are you talking about.
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The baseball season is coming to an end and I, for one, am unhappy about it. The end of the baseball season means the start of the baseball off-season, an off-season full of trade speculation, free agent signings/analysis, hirings, firings. It’s all moderately interesting but it’s not real baseball and real baseball is superior to all tangential happenings of said. This very moment, I am watching college football. College football! I ate chicken wings for dinner. Chicken wings! The times and seasons, they are a changing. We can’t stop it but that doesn’t mean we have to like it.
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The Trance of Waiting 