Almost time for the Rangers

I'm SO jazzed for baseball season! Rangers' home opener is only ten days away.

I never really got into baseball until we moved to Dallas. I used to watch games with my dad growing up--the Kansas City Royals mostly--but I never really got sucked in until I started following the Rangers.

Actually, my dad would sit in his recliner and watch the Royals games and the neighboring recliner would be empty because I would be over by the staircase throwing a tennis ball against random steps and waiting for it to zing back to my baseball glove. I thought I was such a great pitcher. I would glance at my makeshift first base which was usually a stuffed animal in the next room, then wind up and pitch away. I didn't spit or grab any body parts. That's gross. But other than that I thought I was Bret Saberhagen. Every once in awhile one of my pitches would miss the fat part of the step I was aiming at (another way to say strike zone) and it would hit the corner and fly uncontrollably toward one of my mom's carefully placed floor decorations, but that didn't stop me from trying again. My parents did eventually buy a pitching net to use outside. I wonder if the constant thuds on the stairs got annoying. Hmm.

Anyway, go Rangers! Can't wait for loads and loads of ballpark food, those silly fireworks after every home run, and wee-ins! Or twins.