I used to be a huge baseball fan, growing up I alternated between baseball and football as my #1. I lived and died with the Red Sox, especially in the playoffs, 2003 practically killed me. I moved to Florida a few days after Boone's HR and it was like leaving a funeral. I was down in Florida for 2004 and got to enjoy it with my Dad who was an absolute hard core baseball fan. David Robert's steal was magical.
After we won in 2004 it was satisfying but it was also weirdly anti climatic because there had been so many heartbreaks. I've been through four Patriots Super Bowl wins but I constantly thirst for more, I'm never satisfied. Maybe it's because the Patriots were my first and you never forget your first.
I started watching the Rays and rooting for them a little and then when my son was born I came to a realization, MLB is for single or retired guys. There's no way I have time for 3 hours every day for 6-7 months. Not if I want to actually have a life and spend time with my son. So my interest gradually faded until now where the only MLB game I watched all year was the game last night.
The Pats are only once a week and each game actually matters. MLB, there are so many games that most of them are meaningless. I tried to rekindle some interest in baseball for my son's sake but honestly I find it so slow and boring now and I think he senses that and has no interest in it either. I live and die with every play of a Patriots game and my son is a huge fan as well. He plays flag football and he just loves the game, it's a bond that we share like my Dad and I did with baseball.
I feel kinda bad sometimes that I haven't passed on the love of baseball to him, but I just can't fake it. College football is my #2 now and that's about all I have time for as this point in my life.
When I saw the tarp come out last night, I thought to myself, I don't miss this ****.
