September 4, 2002
The thing about baseball these days, the very worst thing, is the disappointment. I remember the simple joy of looking forward to the next Blue Jays game, waiting for them to get into the World Series. But the strike happened, and baseball lost its lustre, heroes fell on top of their overfull moneysacks, and the glow dimmed, faded, and finally wore off. There's no way for me to love the game anymore, and that's what kills me. Just one more tiny example of innocence being stripped away. Reality a little less colourful, and things tasting just that much less sweet.