I mean don't get me wrong I LOVE and I mean LOVE the BoSox, and today is the day of my man Josh Beckett as pitcher. But I mean I love baseball, but has it ever loved me back? (As is asked in the ever popular Red Sox movie fever pitch).
But it makes you wonder what matters in life? I mean is it work, school, sports, or any other activities? How do we know?
I guess I may find the answer to this question in slipping end term grades due to baseball, but what are your views? Is loving something and enjoying it make it that important?