Instead of burn out, it is flame on.
I can't help it, I love this stuff.
I don't own a cell phone. I don't have a Blackberry, blueberry, or any other Berries. I don't know what a twitter is, and don't care.
I've been told by my family that if I had a 'Smart Phone' or Blackberry that I could keep up with what is going on, on the baseball field wherever I go.
It's all a conspiracy for me to ditch a pair of headphones around my neck, attached to a Sirius Radio, that I wear in public anytime a MLB game is being played. Their intentions are swell. They think I'd be happier with printed information at my disposal. Plus, they can always contact me.
What they don't know is that I like being 'at the game' through radio. I know there are guys like Gekko that are the Sgt. Joe Friday's of our hobby. They 'Just want the facts, maam'. But, I can't roll that way.
This weekend, my wife and I went to a local 'Rock Jam'. A music festival featuring groups that have seen better days.
Headliners were 'Heart' 'Cinderella', and 'Alice Cooper'.
My wife and I volunteer for an organization that sets up a booth and collects notes, notes on banners, and notes on giant chess pieces that are sent overseas to our military personnel.
Upon entering the grounds I was stopped by security who questioned my headphones. After my explanation, he told me that no radios were allowed. My wife rolled her eyes, knowing there would be an impending debate.
Asked why, he said that artists were afraid that their stuff would be recorded.
I told him that,
1. There was no recording device
2. I was volunteering
3. What was the difference between a radio and cell phone these days
4. Why the hell would people want to record these groups stuff. They haven't been relevant for years
5. I just want to listen to baseball
His eyes glazed with the first four arguments, but upon hearing baseball, he asked what the Rockies were doing. I knew I had him. My wife shook her head.
The concerts were good, but somebody will have to let me know what the 'Hook 'em Horns' hand sign is all about. The crowd gave this sign a lot.
Made me wonder whatever happened to the 'Raise the Roof' hand signs.
Several people came to our table and asked what I was listening to. Guys would ask for a score, most women would make a face, like they just tasted a salmonella egg.
One woman with her husband told me that fantasy baseball was worthless. I looked at her husband, and asked, "Do you mind if I try to convince her otherwise?" He laughed, "Go ahead and try".
I told the woman that Fantasy baseballers are less likely to cheat on their wives. More concerned with what nine men are doing on dirtrather than doing the dirty with another woman.
I then asked her what her favorite hobby was and she replied, gardening.
I told her that gardening was a fine hobby and asked her how much she thought about gardening, After answering , "very little". I told her that fantasy baseball occupied the typical players mind more than 75% of the day. A hobby that not only gives while playing, but a hobby that is a constant no matter where we are. Few hobbies can say that, especially gardening. While gardening leaves her mind with a void, fantasy baseballers minds are always occupied, or in my case, consumed by the hobby. My wife shook her head yes.
Though I didn't convince her that fantasy baseball was 'needed' in her husbands life, I think I made his day, by letting his wife know that he wasn't alone.
Also, I was going to tell her in the end, that I made up the stats concerning cheating men and 75% mind occupation, but she seemed sold, and I didn't want to burst her husband's bubble
If these 'Ramblings' are dull or boring, let me know, I won't post them...
[ August 30, 2010, 02:38 PM: Message edited by: DOUGHBOYS ]
