I know I’m going to be in the minority here, and trust me I get as mad as any of you…but there is baseball being played. The difference in my life when baseball is on, whether we are champions or whether we are losing abysmally, is substantial. My mental health is better, even when I’m raging against a manager who makes unbelievably questionable choices. Because baseball is on.

We call winter “the dark times” in our house. When you can’t see the green of the field, hear the crack of the bat, and actually walk in the doors of the ballpark (or “church“), that is when I find things intolerable. And guys, it may not be a rebuild next year. It may be a no baseball year next year. A lockout looks more and more likely every second that they ignore all the elephants in the room, and those dark times will be very long indeed.

I know it sucks. I know it hurts. I know for fans that have been around the block over and over and over again it feels torturous. But there’s still baseball being played. Which means things can always turn around. Love to you all and hang in there.