Football is not yet over, but seeing as my team failed to make the playoffs, I'm looking forward to bigger and better things. Like baseball? No, actually. I'm not a fan. I get to look forward to one month of March Madness (yay!) and then what seems like an eternity of baseball. It isn't that baseball is a ridiculous game, but, I of little patience have a difficult time really getting into a game. The game is quite clever I suppose, but that doesn't stop me from routinely getting up for snacks or flipping through the channels. My dilemma could be that I do not have a team to root for. To test this hypothesis, I've chosen an irrelevant team to assure that no one will really care if I know the stats or not, and I will try my best to appear intrigued by this team's performance throughout the entirety of the season. We shall see what happens. The other aspect if this sport which frightens me is the stupid statistics. I get incredibly tired of sitting down with someone who wants to talk baseball, and all I hear is the name of a player I probably don't know followed by 8,000 numbers whose significance I can not determine. I really dislike math, and I feel that baseball has more numbers than a sport I am interested in ought to. I mean, there are numbers in all sports of course, but in baseball it is incredibly overwhelming. For me. Not for most of America apparently. I do know how many interceptions Sir Eli threw this year, and the number of minutes it took for the Giants defense to be raped by Vick & Co. And although those are embarrassing numbers, they are smaller and seemingly more relevant than most baseball digits. In an attempt to be more thoroughly interested and educated about baseball, I have picked the Washington Nationals to be the team whose colors I may or may not bleed. I'll probably get a Werth jersey so it isn't as humiliating.
-Melissa
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