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Secondly, I am in a morose sort of mood, and I refuse to apologize for it. (Actually, I kinda feel like I've been encased in carbonite...)

I officially have 9 days left to my college career, and it stinks. I love this school and I love the people that I've become close to, and living in the real world is going to be very, very hard. Plus, I'm going to have to live with a Mets fan, so you can see how that could be an issue to my future sanity.

I've gotten to thinking though, that I would never have ended up here today if I hadn't been such a big baseball freak to start with. I'm pretty sure that Brian and I would never have become such close friends if we didn't share this commonality. I think, and I'm sure he will correct me if I'm wrong, that one of our second or third fights was about whose team was superior, and whether the DH is necessary in the game. That pretty much sealed the deal for me. I always look forward to our annual baseball exodus, because there's something really pure about watching a ball game alone with someone who understands and enjoys it as much as you do. I probably would never have thought to try sports journalism if he hadn't pushed me into learning more about baseball, and encouraged me to try writing on this blog.

I definitely know that the first thing Ebo and I said to each other was something along the lines of "What the $%$ # is going to happen here?" You see, we were both wearing our respective team's apparel when I walked over to find my new spot on the field, and we had the exact same reaction at the exact same moment. (As in, marching band, but that's a whole 'nother kit and kaboodle.) No one really thought that we could make it through a year without killing each other, but we did. Ebo is a great guy, which you would see if he posted more often (ahem!), and he definitely knows his stuff when it comes to the Yankees or baseball in general. Just don't try to bet with him on stuff...it's bad news.

So, somewhere in the middle of all these gooey feelings is the realization that some of my best friendships have been based in some way around baseball. Granted, I wasn't always this huge baseball fan, but it grew on me. I'd like to say that I'm doing a good job of being a true fan in general. I'd also like to think that someday I'll be able to make a living off this interest of mine, maybe as a more awesome version of Erin Andrews or something. I know that's a really ridiculous dream to have, but when I'm looking out at the bleak wasteland of real life, I want to believe that it'll be cool.

My depression is lifted somewhat by the fact that the boys are on a five game win streak, and have had some stellar come-from-behind victories in a couple of those games. Also, Manny Ramirez is again proving that he is a BEAST...but he likes to cuddle too. Not going to lie though, I would love to see some knock-down-drag-out beatings of the A's here coming up. It might make me feel a little better about the end of days.