If a year ago someone said to me "Kimberly, did you know that one year from know you will be watching parts of four Post-Season MLB games a day?", then I would say ".....is that baseball or something? What is Post-Season?"
My, my. How times have changed.
I can [sort of] speak baseball. I love it. I know about the Wild Card slots and the 'Best Closer of All Time' and the Leagues and the Full Counts. I check the stats routinely and I mourn for my pathetic team and I scream how I hate the Brewers.
My favorite hobby is walking through the halls and seeing baseball hats. "Reds... Tigers... Rangers... Braves..."
Who knew watching a sport could become such a loved part of you?
Who knew that one baseball-lover can change your life so much?
Who knew that I could become obsessed with Ian Kennedy's perfectly manicured red beard?