Oh, man, I’m Jonesing already … I got the shakes, man … I’m losin’ it …
Okay, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but it’s an annual occurrence for me, one I forget about during the year because I’m enjoying the high so much. The buzz is so soothing that it takes me to that place where I like to be, where I’m not even thinking about the possibility that it will wear off.
What am I talking about? What else?
Baseball.
I’m a junkie. I admit it. I love baseball. Love it, lOh, man, I’m Jonesing already … I got the shakes, man … I’m losin’ it …
Okay, maybe that’s a slight exaggeration, but it’s an annual occurrence for me, one I forget about during the year because I’m enjoying the high so much. The buzz is so soothing that it takes me to that place where I like to be, where I’m not even thinking about the possibility that it will wear off.
What am I talking about? What else?
Baseball.
I’m a junkie. I admit it. I love baseball. Love it, love it, love it, love it, love it.
I love watching the games. I love going to games. I love reading about baseball, talking about baseball and thinking about baseball. I love stats and scouting reporting. I love news and analysis. I love blurbs and rumors. I love trades. I love trade talk. I love speculation.
And now it’s gone.
Not totally gone … the playoffs are still going on, but the day to day of the regular season is over.
For me, there’s nothing quite like coming home after work, changing my clothes and putting on the TV, knowing that the Yankee game is on. Or the Mets. Or some game on ESPN. Maybe the Braves, maybe the Brewers. Maybe the Padres, maybe the Pirates.
Whatever. Just gimme. Gimme gimme gimme.
Some people drink a beer after work. I watch baseball.
It fills up such a large part of my time, of my thoughts and emotions, and now it’s gone. There’s a void. This happens to me every year. I forget what it’s like to not have it around.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s good to miss things sometimes, but I always hate the end of the season. I miss it. And football, hockey and basketball just don’t do it for me like baseball does. They’re perfectly fine sports. But nothing else compares to baseball.
Don’t worry, you don’t need to send me into rehab or anything, but as the World Series approaches and the 2007 season fades into the background, I’ll be counting down the days until the new season starts. Waiting. Just waiting.
My name is Russ Colchamiro. I’m a baseball junkie.
And I need a fix.
