Waiting for Spring...

"People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball.
I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring." ~Rogers
Hornsby

I found this today while I was browsing for quotes for a scrapbook page and it reminded me of myself. I'm always waiting for spring. Anyone can tell you that I LIVE at the ballpark all spring/summer watching my Roadrunners play and love every
freaking minute of it. In the past two years combined I think I've missed maybe 7 or 8 games. That's out of about 80-something games (Not counting the horrendous amount of away games I've taken in over the radio). This year is no exception. Baseball season ended in August and I started having immediate withdrawals. Of course there is one thing I DON'T miss... Jesus I hate that damn bird. I found this on the Roadrunners website last night and cracked up. Notice the metal pencil clenched like a boot knife, trying my best to keep from jabbing it into his freaky plastic eye or from springing over the back of my seat and grabbing that obnoxious S.O.B. by his itty bitty birdie parts and flinging his ass over the rail :) For some reason he picked this exact location to "dance" (a.k.a. make a fool of his tall, gangly, white-boy self) every single freaking night. Now I know that my seat is right in the middle of the complex, but by all that's holy, get the fuck away from me. I don't like birds and I hate people in costume, so the combination just gives me the creeps. But I'd deal with him for a year solid if that meant I didn't have to go six months without my baseball team :(