Cheated on, on Valentine's Day

I won't lie to you, I follow my heart.

I've got a mind that gets me into all kinds of trouble sure, but the real trouble, that comes from the heart. The issues are too many to list. Let's just say that in all areas of my life, I am a romantic. Most of the time, at the cost of common sense.

On this holiday loathed by men everywhere and loved by all women, my heart is again aching. The pain is agonizing. It's out of my control.

It has nothing to do with relationships.

The Atlanta Braves are in the mix to sign Ken Griffey, Junior.

Say it ain't so, Kid!

As a lifelong, mostly obsessive fan of Junior's and an equally lifelong hater of the Braves, I would like nothing more than for Bobby Cox's squad to fall off the face of the earth while Griff signs on with the Mariners and magically puts up 35 and 100 en route to World Series MVP.

It'll be just like the Kingdome days. Hip Hop Hoo RAYYYYY! HOOOOOOOO! HAYYYYYY! HOOOO! We'll all party like it's 1995 and Naughty by Nature will release a new album.

In reality, my heart will dictate that no matter where Griffey goes, I will have to love it. I will root for the Braves if I have to. It hurts to even think about it.

Since I can remember I was forced by Ted Turner to watch the Braves and nothing but the Braves. I could strangle the announcers. Dale Murphy, Tom Glavine, Greg Maddux, Dave Justice, Salty, Andrew and Chipper Jones and the Tomahawk Chop all make me violently ill. I am not and never was Fonda Jane.

Even though Turner doesn't own the Braves and they aren't force fed to the nation any longer, it just hurts. But the Braves do have a shot at the postseason, so that would take the sting away somewhat. Man, love stinks. Trading pain for gain?

Just yesterday I was loving the press coverage Griffey was getting here under the needle (both front page banners!). The reunion was on. I was planning a spring training stop in Peoria and envisioning the naysayers choking on Griffey's Louisville Slugger after another sweet swing, and here I am today floored by the news he might sleep with Atlanta.

Cheater!

Jesus, it is like a relationship! How many of us have had that crush on someone that considers us firmly and forever in the friend zone? You know, the one that has no idea you even have feelings for them and they act independent of you and totally irk you just by being?

Please hear me Ken. Please. Please, please, please don't go to the Braves.

My heart would heal, but the scars would never leave.

Speaking of leaving, I left the blog world for a year. It's been stressful out here. There have been many events since I last wrote that just took over my life. No longer. I've got some catching up to do.

Since I seem to be the only one reading these posts, I'll be catching up with myself for the next few weeks with blogs concerning the year prior and the future of man. I hope I don't bore myself.

Go buy your mom some flowers, take a trip to the old folks home and dance with some ladies and have a great Valentine's Day people!