On Spring Training Baseball

My dad and I have always been like 2 peas in a pod when it comes to baseball. We both enjoy fantasy baseball, in fact it seems to consume our life throughout the summer. However, again as with other stories, that story can be explained at a later date. This story begins with Spring Training.

This afternoon I am waking up from my nap early to watch the Atlanta Braves play the Red Sox for a spring training game on ESPN at noon. I rarely ever actually enjoy watching spring training. It's like watching preseason football, I just don't see the point. It's the backups playing a majority of the game, stats don't count nor do they really predict much for the regular season. Players don't play nearly as hard unless they are fighting for the last couple spots on the roster. Yet, I keep trying to act interested by the spring training games, the thought of baseball slowly approaching.

My dad, though, loves spring training or any sight of baseball. He's going to Arizona at the end of the week to go to all the different spring training sites over the next week. I would enjoy the trip, but the games itself would bore the hell out of me.

Nevertheless, at noon I will be up on this day, watching the Braves and trying to scout perhaps a few sleeper picks for the fantasy baseball draft. Most likely, I'll end up laying in bed for the entire game browsing the internet while hardly paying attention to the game at all.