Just trying to get into the Baseball Spirit as this freaking blizzard swoops down upon us.
Imagine what it would be like to look at the high tighty from Kerry Wood.
And then you can't help but back off the plate a hair.
The next pitch comes straight at your nad area, so you semi-bail up on your toes sticking your ass way out and realize you gave up on any thought of swinging as the ball breaks over the middle of the plate for strike three and you gotta go have a seat away from your manager who just told you Kerry was gonna do that to you.
God I can't wait for baseball.
As for this blizzard.
I have a giant ribeye at the ready just in case I feel like flipping the sky off and firing up the grill...
Of course, I also have shovels by the front and back door as well as out by the alley as I anticipate hourly shifts to keep the walkways clear.
I wasn't here for the blizzard of '67 (go here, the photos will FREAK you out) or '79, but I sure hope it doesn't turn out like that.
Like I said: God I can't wait for baseball.