WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Anyone who knows me knows I'm a guy who loves his sports. I've probably spent more than $200 on Coyotes and Suns tickets this winter. I could probably name more hockey players in Phoenix than 99% percent of the country has ever heard of, anywhere. While you're not sure who the Suns' coach is, I could tell you who the Suns ASSISTANT coaches are.

But every year at the end of March, I'm reminded of what my real passion is: baseball. Today is Opening Day, which means my boys the Diamondbacks are playing their first of 162 action-packed (at least if you love the game like I do) games. Really, I'm so excited I can barely work. Here I am writing about baseball instead of making up Yuri's employee feedback database. The only thing that kills my good mood is it's stinking raining in Cincinatti, so I'll probably have to go to class before the game starts. But then again... what's my priority, really?

UPDATE: Turns out I do have my priorities straight. I ditched my second class to come home and watch the last four innings of the game. I was a little skeptical, but when I saw Jeff Salazar crush one into the right field bullpen, I knew I'd made the right decision!