Curt can’t believe that a.) we’re playing a day game at 10:05 AM, and b.) that the game is sold out. With respect to the first point, I concur. What are we, dairy farmers? Do they know what time I’m going to have to get up to get there on time?
With respect to the second, well, I plead guilty to the charge of crazy fan. I’ll be flying 2000 miles and driving another 200, just to sit in the high winds and rain for a game that has maybe a 40% chance of being played. Worse, I count myself lucky for the opportunity. While I might be able to argue the case that I’m not (yet) afflicted with something out of the DSM-IV, I’m fairly sure that I’d lose if it came to trial. So let’s settle. You can call me crazy, I won’t argue.
As one of my friends once observed, there aren’t a great many things I care about, but the things I care about, I really care about. That’s about as good an explanation as any.
