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Today I had to dissuade three different men from buying the bouquet of dead roses we had for sale (no, I don't know why they hadn't been thrown away, it's something to do with inventory, I think). Look, guys, I know it's Valentine's Day, and I know they're roses, but dead flowers from Cumby's aren't gonna get you any points. Trust me.

That's all you'll get from me on that subject, since I honestly don't care one way or the other. I have no reason to bother with it and I don't care much about that either. Why people seem to think they have to be with someone OMGZ is beyond me.

I'm much more interested in the rosters for the World Baseball Classic.

ATTENTION PLAYERS ON THE BOSTON RED SOX, DETROIT TIGERS, AND HOUSTON ASTROS WHO ARE PARTICIPATING IN THE WBC: GET HURT AND I KICK YOUR ASS. I AM NOT KIDDING. I WILL GET A SPECIAL CREDIT CARD JUST SO I CAN FLY TO YOUR HOME, DIG UP YOUR WIFE'S GARDEN, HIDE YOUR CHILDREN'S HOMEWORK, AND DO THAT THING WHERE YOU PRETEND TO THROW THE BALL TO CONFUSE THE HELL OUT OF YOUR DOG. Oh, and also I will kick your ass. Don't think I can't do it. I've got the righteous fan anger on my side, and also your ass will be injured.

ATTENTION PLAYERS ON THE NEW YORK YANKEES AND ATLANTA BRAVES WHO ARE PARTICIPATING IN THE WBC: Break a leg, guys! =D

This is my primary concern. Because, even though it'll be a cool experience for the players, it's really, really not worth a nice long stretch on the DL. I am going to spend the entire thing worrying. You just know someone's gonna blow something, and I would really like it not to be one of my boys.

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BASEBALL BASEBALL BASEBALL.

Tigers pitchers and catchers report to spring training today. Red Sox are tomorrow, and the Astros are the eighteenth, and I'm too lazy right now to count three days ahead to figure out what day that is. So, the Tigers at least have officially embarked upon their season, which means last season and its offseason are no more, which means hopefully my shirt curse has disappeared*, which I am testing because I finally ordered the Bonderman shirt I've been lusting after for months but didn't dare purchase. (Many thanks to ladycanterville for this one, since she gave me an MLB gift certificate for Christmas. I've been saving it and I couldn't have afforded the shirt myself. Dude, I used the entire thing and still had to pay another forty-seven cents. The shipping and handling'll kill you every time.) So, let's all hope that I am correct on this one, because guess what the Tigers really don't need? Or maybe the shirt curse only applies to the Red Sox, I don't know, this is the first non-Sox player shirt I've bought. If this pans out okay, I will start saving for a Morgan Ensberg shirt.

In November, when I happened to have a little extra cash (something that I cannot imagine these days) I bought myself tickets to the only Sea Dogs home series against the Seawolves. Baby Red Sox versus baby Tigers! And the final game of the series is the Father's Day game, so of course I bought an extra ticket for my dad. I am so excited about going to see the games, and I am extra excited about going with him, and of course since I bought tickets in November for a June series no one gives a shit about except me, I got awesome seats. If I'm this excited in February, I can't imagine how hysterical I'll be in June.

(This was a secondary concern while I was moving; as it stands, the building I'm in is within walking distance from Hadlock. It's a long walk, but I can walk it. If I ended up having to move out of town, two of the tickets would go to waste, since I don't drive and need either the bus or my legs to get places. So, another bonus of having moved upstairs: I didn't waste fourteen bucks on the first two games! Yay!)

( asterisk explanation of the shirt curse, cut for those who have heard the story umpteen times. )