baseball

    When I was growing up, my allowance at the height of my card-collecting days was $10. But there were tight restrictions placed on the pittance, to ensure that my parents didn't end up subsidizing the corner store down the road. Five of my 10 went into savings, one went to the Everman United Methodist Church and four were mine to do with what I pleased.

Hey, baseball fan.

Are you jacked? Amped? Hyped? Psyched? Do any of these superfluous sports-isms describe your attitude toward the Second Coming of Bud Selig's Home Run Jesus, otherwise known as the World Baseball Classic?

I'm guessing no.

Are we done with big league baseball at this point? Is it the roids? The copious crotch adjustments? Or is it just overall fan malaise surrounding the precursor to what is a ridiculously long baseball season that leaves no room for excitement for the international baseball event that is, by the way, currently taking place.