April 5 has approached faster than I had anticipated. I've been lolling around in a somnambulist state the last couple of weeks, spending my nights tossing and turning and tossing and turning and giving up on ever getting a good night of sleep again. I watch the sun set, blink, and watch the sun rise. Why does the sun rise always possess the brightest rays? Probably because our eyes haven't adjusted to the light yet. It can be an evil thing in the morning. Go away. You can't hit snooze on the sun.
In the pre-dawn hours of the baseball season, I find myself not even wanting to sleep anymore. It's like Christmas is right around the corner. A Christmas that lasts for seven months. A Christmas that causes much more pain and misery than most Christmases. Bud Selig makes for a hideous Santa Claus. Are the Cubs the grinch because they are the losers or are the Yankees the grinch because if you're not a Yankees fan, then you loathe them because they are the Evil Empire and inspire a rage that only Zach de la Rocha could articulate.
If you think I'm battling a bit of loonecy, then you are correct. I've written this in the early hours of the morning, but I'll post it in the evening when facebook seems to clink on more links than at any other time of day. And if you've come this far, you may choose to go a bit further--but I have no where else to take you. I'm tossing, I'm turning, and I just helped us all get about five minutes closer to opening day.
And in case you've yet to see this: this is in the outfield of the new stadium in Miami and will "go off" every time a Marlin hits a home run:
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