As of yesterday, it's officially Baseball Season. I have a weird relationship with baseball. I grew up on it, and like many, played from t-ball through my Junior Year of High School. I had some ups-and-downs, and had a couple real pieces of shit for coaches along the way - the kind of guys that have such miserable lives that they take out their internal frustration and lack of self-control on kids a few nights a week. Yes, those guys. I collected the baseball cards from Topps, Donruss, and Upper Deck religiously. No, they never became the "goldmine" that the people at the card shops tried telling me they would, and I finally gave them all away to some neighborhood kids awhile back... just because I was tired of lugging them around between moves as an adult. Now, I'm a 30-something parent, and I still dig baseball.