Happy Opening Day.

As I sit in my mold infested building (sneezing) and stare at my gray cloth cubicle partitions, I can’t help but to think about all the Americans filtering into stadiums across the country to watch what will be 3 hours of, most likely, boring, slow, uneventful baseball and yet, they will love every moment of it. And you know, I couldn’t be more jealous of them. All I can do to show my FANHOOD is actually take a lunch break today (as opposed to working through it as usual), go to a hotdog stand and try to tell the guy how to make me a Damn Chicago Dog! Now, does anyone know how to say that in Spanish?...Yo necissito uno Chicago Pero…pronto!? This is all I can think to do to try to shake the “Curse of the Goat.” Maybe this is our year, maybe I should go get curried goat for lunch instead, maybe not. Stupid goat… stupid curse… Happy opening day, everyone! Here’s to a year of enviable heart break… May your nights be filled with slow- speaking, softspoken commentators and falling asleep on the couch only to wake up for the post game show to find out your team lost…again. I know that’s what’s in store for me. Only 167 or so games to go…