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Tuesday BP, 12/11/18

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Let me tell you about my day yesterday.

/insert classic morning music

I woke up, cuddled with my kitten, had coffee, went to work and was innocently going about my day. It was a good day! And then I checked Twitter. Which I don’t recommend doing at any point ever, but especially not during the Winter Meetings. I was immediately greeted by this:

Why. Why must we do this every single year, multiple times per year. Don’t answer that. I do understand how baseball works and I don’t need a bunch of smartalecs “well actually”-ing me. But my point is that it gets tiresome.

At least twice per year the rumors pop up about the Giants maybe having interest in trading Brandon Belt. We all stumble drunkenly out of the tavern and into the trenches to continue our service to the Belt Wars. No one can remember signing up to serve in these wars, but we live here now and it is our home.

We dust off the same old arguments about how good Belt is or isn’t, then about if he should be traded or not. And around it goes, year after year.

And those of us who don’t want to see him get traded end up sticking our heads in the proverbial sand and desperately hoping for it all to be over soon, one way or another. And then nothing comes of it. But one day, something might.

Have you ever stopped to think about what life after the Belt Wars might look like? Not because we won (it is foretold that no one can win), but because he’s gone. One day, we’ll wake up to a battlefield that is, for once, free of the fog and smoke. We’ll peer cautiously towards our adversaries, and realize we’ve been lobbing insults and stats at a mirror the whole time.