Welcome!

Well, I finally jumped on the blogger bandwagon. I wanted to create a space where I could jot down all of my thoughts, rants, blabs, and beliefs...all about baseball! But before all of that gets started, here's a little bit about me.

I. AM. OBSESSED. There, I said it. I am notoriously known by my friends and family as the girl who is a little too attached to the best sport in the world...BASEBALL. My obsession, fascination, love, whatever you want to call it, started when I began attending my brothers' little league games when I was about 12. I hung out at the park all the time...watched my brothers at the minor league field, drooled over the older boys at the major league field (SUCH a big deal when you were old enough to play under the lights, right?!), and a couple years later began working in the infamous concession stand. I believe I need to give the grease, candy, free cokes after games-filled concession stand credit for my love of the game. Let me explain. Once upon a time, I went with my mom up to the ballpark to help her work her shift in the stand. I gave out candy, topped burgers with veggies, fried french fries, refilled cokes, and held my breath when I tried to make correct change without a calculator at the register. Once others found out I did this, I began getting calls from people begging me to take over their dreaded shifts in the stand. And...they paid. So, I found myself up at the Little League almost everyday working in that hot, greasy concession stand. I worked in there with moms and dads and other kids my age and baseball was always the topic of conversation. I watched the games out of the concession stand window and really started to understand the game. It was now official...I loved baseball.

Around that time, the Texas Rangers had managed to complete a blockbuster deal with Alex Rodriguez. I'm not even going to go into the specifics of this deal because we all know them and we all want to hurl at the thought of them, so I'll just skip that. Needless to say, the news was everywhere. Now, I was a baseball fan, but I hadn't really gotten into professional baseball yet. We weren't much of a pro baseball family. We were (and are) all about the Cowboys. So, this news of A-Rod started to get out and I was intrigued. I started watching the Rangers consistently and was hooked. I looked forward to every game, even though we stunk.

Fast forward to now, and we still stink. Lets get real, we've only had one winning season since that 95-win AL West Championship season. But when pitchers and catchers report to camp every February, I still find myself believing "this is our year." I always watch, I always cheer, I always pull for the boys in blue. For me, it's not so much about the wins and the championships and the awards. It's about the game.