I am a worrier. I’ve always been this way and it is not very likely that I will ever change. Most ballgames find me with my hands tied up in knots and my heart in my throat. I usually don’t join others watching the game until the 9th inning when there is no chance my team can lose. That is why 2001 was the best year ever for watching baseball. The Mariners could do no wrong. They broke records on a daily basis and were guaranteed to be in the playoffs. Sure they blew it in the end but for a few months it was all fun and no stress. That’s my kind of sport.