(Have you ever stood in line in the rain for the opening of a new Olive Garden? Neither have I. Yet, it happened where I live. I was dying to go up to each person and ask them why they were there. Here is to "thinking things through." This is Cardboard Appreciation. It's the 111th in a series): As a major league baseball fan, I am done "wishing." Here is what I mean by that: The Dodgers have this guy in their bullpen named Jonathan Broxton. He's a big guy from Georgia. He's an ox. How can you not like the fact that an ox plays for your team? We've got an ox in our bullpen. He's gigantic and throws close to 100 and can obliterate the hitter. He's ours and not yours. He seems like a likable guy, too. I like him anyway. And because I like him, I really want him to do well. He should do well because I like him. But it doesn't work that way. I've known that for some time now. When I was a kid, I liked players for no reason at ...
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