"Give the ball to a kid!" Yeah, no.

Call me stingy or rude. But if I catch a ball, I'm keeping it. If there isn't a child around who was actively pursuing the ball, I will not just give up the ball I snagged. 

I cannot stand when people say "Give it to a child!" to any person who gets a ball. Sure, if they wrestle it away or jump in front of a kid to get a ball, they should be booed for it. But if a person gets the ball and isn't around a kid who was after it, or didn't snatch it away from one, he should keep it. That ball is now rightfully his. The kids can understand "Hey, that man caught the ball, and I didn't. Guess I'll try again." BECAUSE KIDS DON'T CARE THAT MUCH. I have never missed a foul ball and been so upset about it that it warrants forcing someone to give it to me. I have always understood that if you get the ball, you can keep it. 

Where did this "give it to a kid" thing start? Suppose the person who catches it has a child at home who would like a ball? Why do we have to harass people into giving the ball away? It's such a wonderful souvenir, don't take that from them!

Please. Don't boo the foul ball catchers into giving away a ball. Let them have it. But by all means, boo the ones who push children out of the way to get the ball. Those people suck.

Danny's Gone

I would try to be serious on this post but for now I'll try to express myself in the most exact terms:

NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

There, I'm okay. Sort of.

Danny Espinosa has been sent to AAA Syracuse, which is not a bad move at all. He's just gotta figure out his swing, get more comfortable, and he'll turn back into the Espinosa that caught my attention in 2010. 

I will always support Espinosa, no matter what happens.

But hear this.

If he is ever traded, you might want to put me on suicide watch.

Uncharted Territory/Nats Win

I had been traveling in these woods for so long. Occassionally the crack of a bat startled me, or a baseball came flying at my head, and I would be distracted. Disappointment was often felt, and I left the thicket thirsty for something better.

Then came the day. The day I'd finally escape that terrible wood, and enter the world of happiness and freedom. A territory known as Winning. Previously uncharted, no one knew exactly what was there.

There were many bat cracks that day, balls flying everywhere. I did my best not to get hit, but the offense was alive. When the smoke had cleared, I emerged from my hiding place to see my forest had been opened. I was free.

Because today, the Nationals won, 7-0. 

Enjoy your half off pizza.