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.