You know what that means: baseball. And lots of it.
For those of you still in school, that means plenty of games—all day every day. For those of us now living in cubicles, that means games with a cold beer after a hard day's work.
Bottom line: If you have cable television and enjoy the national pastime, it's time to get busy.
It's a game where no two fields are exactly alike.
It's a game without a clock, where every team gets a fair chance at rallying back to victory.
Don't believe me? Want to prove me wrong? Watch three games. Literally sit there and watch three full baseball games and tell me you're not hooked. Tell me those guys aren't the most well-rounded athletes on the planet. Tell me that what's going on right before your eyes isn't exciting as all hell.
Watch Jose Reyes in action.
Watch the Minnesota Twins hit, field, run, throw, catch, and slide day-in and day-out.
Bill Mazeroski's walkoff dinger in Game Seven of the 1960 World Series.
Pete Rose running over Ray Fosse at home plate.
The Red Sox breaking the curse, after 86 painful years.
The game may have been tainted in the last decade, but steroids are on their way out. And besides: Records are records and history is history—and baseball as an art form is as alive as it ever was.
Watch Tom Glavine paint the outside corner in his 20th big league season.
Watch Torii Hunter dive for a ball in center field.
Watch Ichiro and Albert Pujols make hitting a 100-mph fastball look easy.
It's here once again, for your viewing pleasure: baseball. The game, the sport, the art. So get out there and root, root, root for the home team—or whatever team it is you enjoy watching.
And when you're not doing that, try writing an article about this great game for the Bleacher Report.