The Land of the Freese
I should say in advance, I'm not a baseball guy. Call me a grudge-holder, but I haven't watched an entire game of baseball since we were screwed out of maybe the greatest season of baseball in history by a bunch of greedy millionaires. I check the standings to see how my Reds are doing, and keep tabs on what some of the players that I like are doing, and to see if the Yankees lose. Other than that, I really couldn't care less. There are a lot of current players that I don't recognize when I see a stat sheet or a Sportscenter highlight, and I don't bother to learn much about them afterwords. Baseball isn't important to me. Last night, as my wife went to bed, I happened to see that Game 6 of the World Series was in the 9th inning, and the Rangers were 3 outs away from winning its first championship, so I flipped it over to catch the end. Now, as I said, I don't care much about it anymore, but watching a guy I had never heard of named Freese slap a triple ...