As I mentioned yesterday, spring is in the air. You know what else that means? Baseball - for some of us, but not me. Baseball is dead to me. Once upon a time, I loved the baseball. I was growing up in the 70s/80s, and all the kids in the neighborhood followed the Brewers. It didn't hurt that they were actually good at the time. I remember flagging down squad cars to ask the police for their limited-edition baseball cards. I once had a collection of 1000's of baseball cards (which I think I sold off for $15 at a garage sale; I'm sure the profits were spent on candy within a week). We went to Brewer games as a family ...