Those words are music to my ears.
Baseball is back and the jubilation at Casa de Squirrel Queen is uncontainable.
There aren’t many sports I turn my nose up at, but baseball owns my heart.
The first game of the season is under way right now with the Phils taking on the Braves.
Of course I consider the first Monday the actual opening day – not just two featured teams in action, but nearly every one in the league taking to the diamond.
The green grass, the white lines, the red earth of the basepaths – that looks like heaven to me.
I love people who are passionate about hobbies, no matter how odd their pastime may be from something I’m interested in.
It’s this sole focus that creates interest.
I so enjoyed the documentary “King of Kong: Fistful of Quarters” about guys who spent days and days and years and years playing the video game Donkey Kong in order to be proclaimed the best in the world thanks to their high scores.
Now, I’ve run across a similar passion for the game foosball.
Patrick Hruby has written a piece for ESPN.com’s Page 2 that introduced me to the hardcore fooser.
I’ve played foosball a few times in bars with little to no success.
I certainly didn’t play enough to create callouses on my wrist, of all places, like these folks. I never even considered using my wrist to rotate the rods.
Did you know there’s a pro foosball circuit?
Yep, but it’s not as big as it was 30 years ago.
Hey, thousands of people watch a table full of dudes in sunglasses play poker on television every week, so what’s wrong with these foosers hoping their game’s popularity rises once again?