Mid-Morning Thoughts

Dex and I were at a super hip night club over the weekend.  I see him sitting alone while all of our friends partied.  I said "What's wrong why aren't you partying?"  He wondered aloud if the long winter and the absence of baseball would make him lose his love for the Padres.

I told him that his love was like a fire and that time was like the wind.  If his love for the Padres was a small fire to begin with that the wind would blow it out and kill it.  If his love was a real fire the wind would make the fire grow into an inferno.  That seemed to make Dex feel better.

Oh I almost forgot to mention that none of this actually happened.