OK, it's not actually my birthday; according to the calendar, that celebration is not until July. But this is the greatest thing to happen to my winter*, so it feels like some sort of birthdayish celebration.
*This is an appropriate time to recall my favorite Rogers Hornsby quote, which is identical to what I do in the winter: "People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring." 51 days, folks!
So now many of my Royals are in Surprise, while I am freezing up here in Nebraska. Did you know that, in some cities, crews actually do something to the streets and sidewalks after it snows? Here, we get to play games of "see how far you can walk across black ice or re-frozen slush jungles before you fall" or "see how many people will be present when you inevitably fall." The good news is, I haven't fallen. The better news is, I saw two pretty hilarious bicycle wipeouts in one day. The first guy was really theatrical about it, throwing his legs skyward and letting out a massive yell. (He was not physically injured, but he scored at least a 26 in the "how many people are present when you fall" game.)
Wow, that got off track fast. Since I'm in no state to write coherently, I'll leave with the news that the Royals signed Mike Maroth to a minor league deal, and this fun little article about how things are going in Surprise.
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