The baseball season is upon us, and I want to pay homage to that yearly optimism I feel no matter how bad my team stunk up the joint last year. And they did stink. Injuries? We had ’em. We even have a new medical condition, bilateral leg weakness, in honor of the 2011 Twins. Sloppy play, players giving up, poor pitching, undisciplined hitting, all of it combines for 99 losses. But it’s a new year. The M and M boys are healthy. And all is right again, for the time being.
This essay is about metaphors, and about optimism, and how weird things like a lap around the sun just wipes the slate clean so you can begin again.
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