I miss baseball, man. I miss waking up in the spring and knowing that I am going to watch at least 9 innings every day. I miss the crack of the bat, the pop of the leather and the poetry in motion that is baseball. I miss taking the 40-minute trip down to Philly to watch my boys play at CBP and I miss watching grown play a kids game.
I don’t know when baseball is going to be back, but I know I can’t wait much longer. Every day, I watch highlights of the 2019 Phillies and get depressed over just how bad they were during the second half of the season. But that’s not the point. I don’t care if the Phillies went 20 games under .500 this year. Heck, I don’t even care if they went 0-162. If you give me baseball, I promise I will never complain about anything again.
If you give me baseball, I will no longer yell at Hector Neris when he blows a save. I will no longer scream at Jean Segura to get out of the box and I will no longer belittle Vinny V for making a shitty start. If you give me baseball, I will shut the hell up and be the most positive fan this world has ever seen.
I think what scares me the most about this whole thing, is that I truly don’ know when baseball is going to come back. In October, when the final out is made during the World Series, I know I have to go into hibernation for just 4 short months. Spring training always arrives by late February and come April, it is time to dance. But now, the dance floor has been left empty. The boys of summer are stuck at home and the game I love has been put on pause.
To be the baseball gods, I have not asked you guys for much. Yes, I may have asked you to bring home a W against Cardinals during the 2011 NLDS (Thanks, Obama,) and sure, I may have asked for Jake Arietta to be a successful signing, but this time I can not allow you to let me down. Please bring baseball back, as a world without baseball is not a world I wanna know.