Thank God baseball is back. White Sox-Indians tonight, and the Mets (God love ’em), tomorrow afternoon. Now if Barry Bonds would just strain a hammy or something before he has a chance to assault Ruth and Aaron’s records this season, much as he’s assaulted the integrity of the game, I’ll be even happier. Though, to be fair, he simply took advantage of a weak leadership within the league and a union run amok.
I’m reading Jeff Pearlman’s “The Bad Guys Won” right now. Fun stuff. Brings back many, many memories of the glory days. This new group of players doesn’t seem to have as many characters (though Delgado probably would have fit in), but they look like they might finally be able to give the Braves a run. Ahh… the joys of April. As the Green Day song goes, “wake me up when September ends.”