I admit it, I am one of the weirdos. I like the clock switching twice a year. I live in California, we really don’t have seasonal change. An hour forward or an hour back? That’s as good as it gets out here when it comes to change. Plus, I’m awfully good at remembering “spring forward, fall back” so I’m never in danger of being 2 hours off the pace of society. That shit counts when you’re walking the earth with other people.
I read something today that said there is an uptick in heart attacks on the two days a year we have a time switch. To that I say, “So long, old friend.” If the time change sends you into cardiac arrest, you are either a hampster or someone that was gonna get picked off sooner or later anyway. Might as well be the clock changing that takes you out…..
What I don’t like is spring training. I enjoy hearing Jon Miller’s voice the first time I happen to catch a game in early March, but that novelty wears off in about 5 minutes. There is NO REASON for 7 weeks of spring training. Sure, back when ballplayers had to work second jobs it was a necessary thing, you needed 7 weeks to get back in shape. But today’s ballplayer comes to camp with ass cheeks tighter than a giant rubber ball band. They’re good to go on day 1. The pitchers need a few weeks to get their arms going but they don’t need seven weeks.
There is one, single reason that spring training continues to be 7 weeks: money. Everyone makes a shitload of money. If they could pull it off, owners would make spring training 30 weeks. Seven weeks is nearly a third of the regular season. Think about that…..
I could care less about spring training. I’ve got twitter to update me on injuries and that’s the only thing I care about when it comes to spring training. Wake me up when the games start to count……