It was almost 20 years ago (most of my stories these days seem to start that way), and I was in Tucson, Arizona, for an exhibition game between the Colorado Rockies and some kind of Mexican all-star team. Actually, it was the “Rockies” against Mexican “all-stars.” Basically some Double-A Rockies players against the best Mexico had to offer.

The final score was something like Rockies a million, Mexico zero.

Perhaps my memory exaggerates a bit but it was something like that.

And that’s kind of how I feel this week watching the World Baseball Classic.

But damn it’s nice to watch baseball again.