Now What?
Posted by: Bradley McDonald
Where do lonely sporting hearts turn after the conclusion of the greatest sports event on earth (otherwise known as March Madness)? There's the NBA, but I just can't get into it until the playoffs start and the superstars start actually putting forth effort. There's no NHL (and may not be for a long time).
Alas, yon stands baseball! Lost amidst the exhilaration of the NCAA tournament was opening day in Major League Baseball. If you were with me last October when this blog got started, you know that I'm a huge Houston Astros fan.
I grew up playing baseball and became an Astros fan when I attended a game in the old Astrodome at a young age. It was back in the days of Nolan Ryan and Mike Scott, when a fastball was a fastball and steroids weren't overshadowing every accomplishment.
I would always try to catch the Astros on the radio; if it was past my bedtime, I would sneak my Sony Walkman in bed and hope the night was clear enough that the AM station would come in without too much static.
I would get nervous if the game was close and elated if the 'Stros pulled out a win, and I still do. Hence my pain last season when the Cardinals kept the Astros out of the World Series with a game seven win in the NLCS. I was so dejected after the game that my roommate (a non-sports fan) asked me if I needed therapy. It didn't take me long to cheer up, though, because, hey, there's always next year!
And next year is already here...
Where do lonely sporting hearts turn after the conclusion of the greatest sports event on earth (otherwise known as March Madness)? There's the NBA, but I just can't get into it until the playoffs start and the superstars start actually putting forth effort. There's no NHL (and may not be for a long time).
Alas, yon stands baseball! Lost amidst the exhilaration of the NCAA tournament was opening day in Major League Baseball. If you were with me last October when this blog got started, you know that I'm a huge Houston Astros fan.
I grew up playing baseball and became an Astros fan when I attended a game in the old Astrodome at a young age. It was back in the days of Nolan Ryan and Mike Scott, when a fastball was a fastball and steroids weren't overshadowing every accomplishment.
I would always try to catch the Astros on the radio; if it was past my bedtime, I would sneak my Sony Walkman in bed and hope the night was clear enough that the AM station would come in without too much static.
I would get nervous if the game was close and elated if the 'Stros pulled out a win, and I still do. Hence my pain last season when the Cardinals kept the Astros out of the World Series with a game seven win in the NLCS. I was so dejected after the game that my roommate (a non-sports fan) asked me if I needed therapy. It didn't take me long to cheer up, though, because, hey, there's always next year!
And next year is already here...
