Baseball Is My Mistress

I hate to admit it but I have pretty much ignored the Asheville Tourists this season. I have not even looked at the stats in about two months and I am a stats freak if there ever was one. I don't even know their record. All because of a woman I was dating. She was not a big baseball fan although I was able to talk her into going to opening night which was a thirsty Thursday. She was a beer fan. We are no longer together so now it is time for me to turn my attention back to my one true love- baseball. Although I am sure I am not the first to use this phrase or analogy, baseball is my mistress and the one thing I can always depend on when things go bad and they have gotten about as bad as they could possibly get. Baseball can give you the euphoric highs and heartbreaking lows of a relationship but is always a constant. Baseball is friends and family, fathers and sons, and occasionally husbands and wives, but it is consistently there for you, season after season. I am already planning on going to tomorrow nights Asheville Tourist game and I can't wait. The anticipation is killing me.