One week and one day. That is all I have left of my personal hell that is Spring Training. I hate Spring Training.
I hate looking forward to Spring Training. When do pitchers and catchers report? Who the #$%& cares? What good does that do? It only signals the start of having minor league invitees and AAA players playing boring, meaningless games for over a month.
Notice I said "having" them play and not "watching" them play because I refuse to watch that garbage. This year I accidentally watched two at-bats. That's it. And I won't watch any until next Friday. Don't even try to sell me on the On Deck Series. That's just lipstick on a pig.
I hate that there is nothing to talk about during Spring Training. Who will play right field? Who cares. Will Joe Blanton get traded? No, but we'll talk about it anyway, at least for a little while, until it's once again time to talk about Chase Utley and his knee. Every day, it's Chase Utley and that knee. And sweet Jeebus if he gets put on the DL soon...
I hate that people try to take meaning from Grapefruit League statistics. It's practice. You want to analyze practice, "Spring Training Stat Loser," then go collect data on batting practice or guys taking fungo grounders hit by the third base coach.
I hate that they are called the Cactus and Grapefruit Leagues for no other reason than it legitimizes practice.
I hate that I'm not at Spring Training. I like Clearwater/Tampa. And it's cold as shit in Pennsylvania in March.
I just hate Spring Training. That's all. Thanks for listening.