January. It sucks. Let’s face it, we all miss the game. In its absence, the sound of baseball’s silence is deafening. We’ve resorted ourselves to Internet streams of games played on the other side of the Pacific, or south of the Equator. Some fans turn to reruns of games past … that is, if their team’s season wasn’t an absolute and bitter disappointment. It’s a cheap appeasement, but it’ll do. For now.
For the baseball writers, those whom earn their living by mashing words on a keyboard to cover America’s pastime, most are appreciative of the time away. No deadlines. No madness. Complacency sets in … or at least, the attempt is made. Checking Twitter 24/7 is no longer a requirement. Yet, even still, the game is missed. Sleep often eludes those during the season, but we can sleep when we’re dead I suppose. The game awaits. A game that will never grow dull.
Is anyone else as bored as I am? I know I’ve promised you all the site awards, but the above mentioned complacency has hit me hard. I’ll do it tomorrow I swear. Until then, discuss…stuff.