spring

It has almost hit Seattle. It's friggen beautiful outside. Mild, sunny. This is picnic weather.

To my delightful surprise, MLB spring training is on. Not that I haven't been anticipating it, waiting with embarassing high enthusiasm. Teetering on the edge of my baseball couch that resides in my head. After the superbowl, I felt lacking. I mean, who watches basketball anymore? I almost fell off the couch when I saw "MLB" on one of the ESPN channels last week. It almost snuck up on me. Now, I know that spring training is no pre-determiner for a club's season, but I always ALWAYS hinge my hopes for the Mariners on their spring training. Like an MLB farmer's almanac. I've been running around too much to actually catch a Mariner's game, but when I arrived at the gym yesterday, I was so psyched to see the Tigers and the Yanks battling it out. Got to see Verlander (I've missed you my sweet-armed Tiger.), saw a little A-Rod, got a glimpse at my Pudge, Ivan Rodriguez. I was annoyong some die-hard weightlifters by dilly-dallying on the machines I was using. I was timing my sets around pitches when I could fully see the tv, or timing my sets around commercials when I couldn't. I know it's almost spring when I can watch MLB spring training while working out.