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I don't know about any of you, but I am well and truly tired of having to be morally outraged about sports. Did Roger Clemens stick needles in his butt? Did Bill Belichick make unauthorized videotapes? Who's lying? Will there be actual evidence at any point on either of these matters? When will the self-righteousness of countless pundits and many sports fans finally reach self-parody? And most importantly, who can waste more of Congress's time?
Right now, Roger's winning that fight. And my disgust with the ongoing soap opera / publicity stunt can pretty much be summed up with one report that came out about Mr. Clemens' trip to Washington: that prior to the hearings about whether or not his entire career has been a fraud, some publicity-mongering, soulless weasels on the Congressional panel asked him for his autograph and to take pictures with them.
At that point, I kind of stopped caring what happens with Roger and Congress.
I haven't stopped caring about the Patriots; in fact, I'm living in fear of the Other Shoe, currently being busily cobbled together by any number of Patriots haters both inside and outside our federal government. What I'm sick of, what I don't have the energy for anymore, is the relentless tide of sanctimonious blowhards who want to somehow implicate me personally because of the team I root for. As if they'd have acted any differently than we have if their team were in the same position--both before and at the current moment.
Meanwhile, there's been Spring Training. Pitchers and catchers reported yesterday. This year I've been trying to pace myself when it comes to getting all crazed about baseball; I know it'll come soon enough and quite honestly, somehow it seems like it would be a cop-out for me to have reacted to the Super Bowl loss with an immediate "Hey, Red Sox!"
Plus, as with every year, this particular time is one I usually find kind of dissonant. Every year I have to switch gears between sports, and for whatever reason, it takes me a while.
I will say, though, that I heard some sound bites on the radio of Jonathan Papelbon wondering aloud if there would be MacDonald's in Japan. And if I put my ear to the ground, I could've heard that freight train of Red Sox love, not quite here yet, but somewhere close, roaring down the line.
In the meantime, if you haven't already, check out Gordon Edes' 10 Red Sox Spring Training Storylines. Probably the best article that's been written about Spring Training so far.