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I was driving in the car the other day listening to an add for Cubs tickets.  What would normally have gotten me excited about spring prompted a mix of anger and dissapointment so here it is:

Dear baseball,

I don’t know how to say this any other way.  You let me down for the last time, and its over.  I’ve never been a rabid fan, but I’ve been loyal.  I’ve attended a couple games a year, cheered on my team, and watched the world series almost every year for as long as I can remember.  In fact I think its fair to say that baseball has helped shape my identity.  And so its sad to do this, but I’m turning my back.  This year I will not watch a game, catch highlights, or read the box scores.  I will not watch the All Star Game, the playoffs, or the world series.  In short, I will not care about baseball.

I know this sounds harsh, but I think it is for your own good.  You’ve got a problem.  I don’t see any way that you won’t decide to lick it unless you hit rock bottom, so this is my contribution to your first step to recovery.  I hope you change, I really do.