Twins @ Giants

I used to hate baseball in the same way that I still hate golf. The kind of way that makes me embarrassed to have changed my mind. Just about everything I have ever dogmatically opposed I now enjoy with my tail between my legs. Why would I spend 3 hours watching a game that is tidily wrapped up in a 3 minute highlight show? Maybe because I married into it. Even a guy who hates sports can appreciate a wife who condones watching baseball games. I don't have to do any marital bargaining to get an approval on watching baseball. That alone may have been enough to change my scroogy baseball heart. But if it was not, perhaps being disowned by the rest of her Giant's loving family would have been. But if not all that, then I am fairly certain that the garlic fries would have put me over the edge. Now I am more embarrassed by how little I know about baseball than I am of the fact that I was a late bloomer in it's appreciation. Now I know that it is usually easier to just like something than to maintain the illusion that my dislike of something is somehow a loftier preference, as though my distaste for anything impressed anyone. I, for one, am rarely impressed by anyone's ability to continue disliking something. Just the same, I still think that golf is for old men with more money and time than I. The only difference is that now I have seen the trajectory of my own age and recognize that I will soon be an old man, hopefully with money, and maybe with time to regret that I spent my whole life hating golf.

Below are a couple more reasons that I think baseball is neat, even if your team is awful and your friends make fun of you(bring it on Matt).



Jeremy in left field.


Ian has bad parents.


Twins @ Giants