  Well, this past weekend was MLB's all-star weekend. My greatest time of year. It is the time of the year to reflect on the performance of the best players in each league, and, of course, the homerun derby.
This year, there was so much emphysis on the longball and Roger Clemens. Well, with my luck, I dozed before the first pitch, and didn't come to until the 8th inning. Shit! Doesn't matter, it was in the air for me. I love the game so much, that to miss a few innings really isn't a problem for me. I still get goose bumps when I watch a regular season game. Even though all the players I grew up with have all retired, except Clemens, I realized this past weekend that I'll never give up on the game.
Through scandals, strikes, and the occasional ridiculous trade, I will die loving almost every aspect of the game. I can loose myself watching old black and white games on the classic ESPN, or even the old baseball movies. Those newer ones, like Bull Durham, really piss me off. The Natural, what's up with that? At least get an actor that could pull off being "the natural".
I can go on for days about baseball, and if I was to loose my eyesight, well, I'd still be able to imagine the smell of the grass, hear the sounds of the game, and be in my most comfy place, lost in the world of the greatest game of all time. 
