972 hours

The above is an approximation of the amount of time I have spent since pitchers and catchers reported in the Spring watching them, traveling to/from their park, talking about them, listening to sports radio about them, etc. In that amount of time I could have finished a novel, learned to paint, earned an online degree from the University of Phoenix, or, to quote Steve Martin, had an extended 972 hour orgasm--any of which, as it turns out, may have been a better way to spend my time. I don't even want to think about the money, the tears would ruin my keyboard.

Assuming the near inevitable, will I do it all over again next year? Probably. (Unless I can figure out that extended orgasm thing).