Sports Are Back, baby!* *I could be a lot happier.

Baseball almost pulled the biggest "kids, sit down, your father and I have to tell you something" of all time. However, luckily, Rob Manfred and the greedy owners of the MLB got smart and figured it out before they officially divorced themselves from the 2020 MLB season.

The MLB started their exhibition games for their league restart in the past few days. Today, I had the chance to watch the Rockies in an exhibition game against the Rangers in the brand new warehouse of "Globe Life Field" in Arlington.

The Rangers caught MAJOR heat when they finally opened their ballpark. On the outside, it really couldn't be uglier. The inside looks damn great. Anyways that isn't what I wanted to blog about.

Sports haven't been the same since March. I watched basketball games and soccer games without fans before the quarter-year hiatus that ALL sports leagues across the world took. Something is completely different for baseball. No matter your favorite sport, every sports fan can agree that the crack-of-the-bat is the single greatest sound in all of sports.

That sound is orgasmic. Better than your favorite dessert. HOWEVER. I think that the magnificent sound without being accompanied by the roars and clapping from the fans after the ball hits the bat is eerie. In basketball, we hear squeaking shoes. In soccer, you hear grunts and guys complaining to the refs about their calls.

In baseball, you hear the bat, which normally triggers the fans. I HATE not having fans at games. All the sounds we are used to in sports are normally followed by an "ooh", an "ahh", a giggle, or even a "that call was horse shit".

In March 2021, we will have gone 730 days too-many without a mens NCAA basketball tournament. All I want to do in my life right now is to sit inside Coor's Field, or Boone Pickens Stadium and watch some great young men do what they do best. I want the five senses of sports back. I want the taste of a juicy over priced ~glizzy~ and lemonade in my mouth as I hear a bat crack, and watch Nolan Arenado piss a ball 410 ft into the second deck, while 51,000 people scream his name and clap as each foot hits the dirt. I want to listen to the Cowboy Marching Band play the fight song after I watch Chuba Hubbard run 50 yards down the field making defenders look foolish.

Sports might be back, but are they?

All of this is to say: Please wear your mask. Please practice social distancing. Please wash your hands. I just want sports, more importantly, I want life to go back to normal, and to hang out at the many ball parks I frequent.