I'm excited for baseball season. There won't be real games for more than a month, and everyone is on the juice, but I'm still excited. I won't kid myself by trying to pump up any moral outrage -- I'd punish Hillary for her campaign tactics by not voting for her long before I'd punish baseball by not watching or going.
It was once said that baseball is 20 minutes of action spread out over three hours. In that way, it's the truest of American sports to life - small bursts of activity in an ocean of inactivity and routine. Even the building blocks of life, atoms, reflect this. There's a tiny bit of mass in the nucleus, surrounded by a whole lotta nothin'.