Play Ball!

I'm a Seattle Mariners baseball fan. It's so much fun to see the season begin.

Seven years ago, I would never have guessed that I'd spend this much time watching grown men chase around a little white ball. Or any other balls, be it white, or big and orange, or funky shaped and brown with white laces.

What can I say. I like a good, looooooong story, and baseball's lengthy season delivers big time.

Of course, I actually know very little about all these sports. I'm still trying to understand what setting a pick means in basketball, goodness knows John has tried and tried to explain. Here's the definition, and I still don't get it. But I can tell what team I'm rooting for and if we're winning or not, and that's really all that matters.

So I have high hopes for this year's mariners, but time will tell. We won our first game of the season, which is a good start. Ooo - that reminds me it's time to get out my cool Ichiro bobblehead out and set it in a prominent spot right under the television.

There's one thing that I've wondered about since I became interested in sports: What were some of these mothers thinking when they named their baby boys who would go on to be professional athletes?

Coco Crisp??

Milton Bradley???

Dick Trickle????

Oh, my.