My favorite season is right around the corner. It’s not spring or summer, it’s baseball season.

Ok, that was a little retarded, but, seriously, I love baseball and I can’t wait for the new season to start. I never really got into football or basketball like most other guys I know. I just prefer baseball. It’s a bit more methodical and artistic, in many ways. Plus, nothing beats being at Yankee Stadium when Mariano Rivera comes running out of the bullpen while “Enter Sandman” is blasting over the PA system. It can sends chills down your spine.

Believe it or not, the hype really begins this weekend. The fantasy baseball league that I run, over at Neowin, has its live draft Saturday at 2pm. Then, three days later, MLB 2k9 comes out and both my roommate and I plan on getting it so we can have spend the next couple of months competing like morons. Then, on April 6th, the Yankees begin their season and I will be right here in my room, wearing the Paul O’Neill Jersey that Melanie bought me for Christmas, watching the game in glorious HD. I just serious hope House, Heroes, and One Tree Hill aren’t on that day.

Before I go, I’ll throw out a slightly unknown fact about me. One reason that I haven’t mentioned to many people for loving baseball would be the fact that it also signals the impending warmer weather. I hate the winter. I hate the cold. My skinny ass isn’t built to handle weather like this. The warmer weather means a happier me and I kind of like being happy.