Hello old friends, and welcome to another glorious day of bA’seball. I mean, the fact that I haven’t seen the light of day since December does not mean I have lost the ability to picture a partisan crowd under a spectacular sky, while the boys in green and gold ready themselves for a friendly affair with the Arizona ball club. In fact, such a predicament has only enhanced my thirst for all things baseball-y.
Lucky for you, this pity party ends in about two seconds, because who really wants their Cactus League action served with a side of "Waahhhh"?
Last time I checked in on the Home Nine, they were a tad bit healthier than they are at the present time, but I guess we have all come to expect warranty issues with our Athletics. You get what you pay for, I s’pose.
So sit back, grab whatever beverage you are allowed to throw back at your place of business, and prepare yourself for three hours of diamond awesomeness.