Although the official date is still a week and a half away, I think it's safe to say spring is upon us.
The birds are chirping.
Rain is falling.
Grass is regaining its green coloration.
Northern Illinois spent most of the night laboring under the threat of a tornado watch/warning.
And spring training is in full swing for baseball.
I am a professed baseball nut. I love it. I love the crack of the bats, the smell of pine tar and leather fielding gloves, I love going to the stadiums to watch, I love the cheap beer and hot dogs.
I don't want the sounds, smells, and tastes.
I don't want to spend the money on tickets to the games.
I don't want to fight for parking around the stadiums.
I don't want to watch it on TV, nor read about it in newspapers or on the Web.
Hell, I don't even want to play fantasy baseball.
I want nothing to do with any of it.
I can't explain it for the life of me.
The closest I can come to explaining why I feel this way is because of all the negativity already enshrouding the game this season... and it hasn't even started.
The renewed steroid controversy regarding Barry Bonds with the pending release of Game of Shadows, Sammy Sosa holding out for the contract he feels he deserves even though the rest of the sporting world knows he doesn't, Frank Thomas signing with the Athletics for a pittance compared to what he was once paid and then starting a war of words his former team.
Combine this negativity with my reading of Jose Canseco's Juiced toward the end of last season, my desire to read Game of Shadows, and my first viewing of Eight Men Out in nearly 15 years and you've got one cynical Kevin.
Is there any way to save this season for me? Or am I doomed?
And, with my luck, this will be the season that the Cubs will win it all and I won't want to watch a minute of it.