HO! HO! HO!

[DOUGHBOYS]

We lose wonder as adults.
That childlike faith that anything can happen. Common sense replaces nonsense.
The trouble is, that even though our bodies have grown man-sized, inside all of us, is that boy. That boy that holds on to nonsense and mischief.
And for us, that boy is released over the next few days. We regain the wonder. The childlike faith that we will be better than other kids at a game. Kickball is replaced by fantasy baseball. But the goal is still the same. To be the best player on the playground.
Christmas is for the kids and these coming drafts are for the kid in us. It's our Christmas.
We get 30 presents wrapped inside a huge present. They're ours. And we're just hoping they look as new in six months as they look now.

Unlike kids, we don't unwrap our presents in front of family. We unwrap our presents in front of other kids who want our presents.
14 conniving kids who will do anything to take our presents. They're bullies. They'll take what we feel is ours.
They won't be taking pictures of us with our presents as our family would. Nope, these kids will be cursing us and giving us the finger.
And we'll love it.
And we'll do the same to them.
And they'll love it.
You see, we all get the same number of presents. 30. So, the trick is to get the BEST presents.
The other 14 kids want the same thing. So, even though we think a lot of these other kids and we identify with, and even like these other kids...
SCREW 'EM!
Cuz they would screw us too.

But you know what?
When the 30 presents are all divvied up after three and a half hours of unwrapping, most of us will believe that WE got the best presents. And in that way, it's all fair.
It's only during the next six months that we find out how many lumps of coal and how many of our presents break.
It's a little like the kid who got a Timex Watch for Christmas. Excited, after the Christmas break, he wears his watch proudly. He then runs into a kid in his class who brags that he has a Rolex. And for a while, we feel bad, because everyday we go to school, he reminds us about his better present.
That is, until the day the boy with the Rolex brags a little too much, and he and his Rolex get their ass kicked by the bully in school.
The next day, we realize that our Timex is a lot better than the Rolex that lay in pieces at the scene of the fight.
It's still ticking.
His ain't.
We would equivilate (shuddup spellchecker, it sounds like a word!) that Timex to being Marco Scutaro.
The Rolex, Troy Tulowitzki.

Have fun this weekend. It is the adult Christmas. A reminder that we can enjoy ourselves for ourselves and not through a family member. It sounds selfish, but it is needed. It keeps the kid in us alive.

Have a great time this week everybody.
Enjoy the presents.