Memory.

My college violin teacher was fond of saying that I had a mind like a sieve. It's not true; the vast majority of the time I was just pretending that I didn't know what he was talking about because he was just a horrible person and I hated him. I think he also thought that I was terribly stupid too, he would frequently follow up the mind like a sieve comment by asking  if I knew what a sieve was. Yes, you hideous old man, I know what a sieve is...But that's a traumatic story for another day.

Point: With the whole gang down at Foxwoods, I got to wondering if my new love had ever played in Norwich. It turns out, he did in 2008. Wait a minute! That was the year I headed down there for the Mike Lowell bobblehead, I wonder if I saw him play? Turning to Google for the date of the game, I did see Pablo play! And then my sieve-like mind yelled out: Catcher! And I was right! He did play catcher.

So take that jackass. Steel trap.

Confession.

I'll admit that I've been having a difficult time hyping myself up for this upcoming season. I've been bored and haven't been able to convince myself to care.

But anybody who gets this excited about a little bit of snow? I think I'm in love. I could watch for Pablo Sandoval.

Is This Thing On?

*Blows dust off keyboard*

Congratulations to Pedro, the best pitcher anyone alive has ever seen, on his hall of fame nomination. A Pedro start was an event in and of itself, a reason to tune in during the dark pre-2004 days. Says Pedro of his nomination:

Cada vez que alguien se sienta en mi pais como que necesita buscar fuerzas, que me miren a mi. Soy una señal de esperanza.
— Pedro Martinez (@45PedroMartinez) January 6, 2015

Every time someone from my country feels that they need to look for strength, they can look to me. I am a beacon of hope.  (Translation mine)

Who needs humility, when you're in the Baseball Hall of Fame?