When I was younger, the time between the end of one Jays' season and the beginning of the next was of indeterminate length, a span which contained within itself school and Christmas. These filled time effectively, but never truly filled the void.
Now I fill the same period with school, Christmas, and work; the void within me remains empty, bereft of substance. But like the fat man's stomach, growling loudly at the sight of a Tim Horton's sign, the void knows it will soon be filled.
Baseball is coming.
In my mind, I can see it: the pitcher is on the mound, the batter at the plate, and I am in ecstasy.
It's a good thing, too. I had taken to looking through streams of random data for baseball information. Do you know how bloody unlikely it is to find the string baseball in random data? Assuming completely random data, it's 1 in 18446700000000000000.
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