Writing about baseball is my job. I am incredibly lucky as not only am I barely employable and a terrible writer, I also love baseball with every fiber of my being. Love it. My mandate here at Getting Blanked is to cover all teams and all baseball goings on. I don’t pretend to be a passionless lizard, soul dead from “professional” responsibilities recusing me from cheering or expressing a rooting interest. I grew up a Blue Jays fan and remain a Blue Jays fan to this day.
Watching baseball in bulk softens many of the edges forged over a lifetime of single-minded focus on one particular baseball team. I don’t have the same “hate” for the opposition. Maybe this lessens me as a fan, maybe not. I’m not really one to harbor imaginary grudges or seek vengeance against those who wrong my local nine in any way.
I feel grateful for the ability to watch players like David Ortiz and Mariano Rivera and appreciate what they can do on the field rather than take their baseball achievement as a slight against everything I hold dear. Ironic detachment has its advantages.