Bases Loaded: The Beginning

I have been struggling with this decision for awhile and trying to figure out how to go about it and I have finally decided I am officially a baseball fan.

This may come as a shock to you all. I have previously expressed distaste for all sports, including baseball and never really shown true interest in any physical competitions. But I've reached a point in my life where I realize, something is missing. And that something is complete and utter devotion to a professional sports team.

I think sports fans have a quality that I admire: faith. As a fairly agnostic college student, I think the ability to believe in something---anything is a quality I would be lucky to possess. So I have decided to embark on this spiritual-baseball journey.

I have decided on baseball for these reasons:

1. Baseball is played in the spring and summer time. I don't have to endure the hardships of a Minnesota winter to like this sport.
2. I look cute in raglan-tees
3. I like hot dogs
4. I like it when boys wear their hats forward.

There are probably many other terrible reasons as to to why I should like baseball that you will judge me shamefully for. But truthfully, when I start liking things for shameful reasons, it usually turns out well for me. For example, my 10th grade crush on my English teacher resulted in what I would consider a lifetime affinity for Bob Dylan. I hope that my baseball endeavours will be equally successful.