I like interleague play. I know that makes me a freak among the baseball die-hards, but I enjoy seeing the Tigers or Yankees every three years. Every year with the A's isn't exactly as thrilling as it might have been in the past, but I'm still a fan.
I don't like rain.
I like watching a healthy Noah Lowry when he has command of two or more pitches.
I don't like A's fans with reasonable points of view on Bonds. It really cuts down on the potential for smug mocking.
I really don't like rain. It isn't supposed to rain that much, but I will freak out if the game is delayed tonight.
And I really, really don't like word processing programs with an imperfect auto-recover feature. That's why you're reading this post, which kind of has a fourth-grade essay kind of feel to it. The one that got erased was a magnificent piece of writing. Funny, timeless, thought-provoking; it was a four-part piece that found stunning parallels between Barry Bonds' career and Wagner's Ride of the Valkyries. I can't remember it now.