In a move that would have been roundly questioned and criticized by several family members and doctors (had they found out about it), today I dragged myself out of a bed where I've been very slowly recovering from pneumonia to drive across town and inspect a lot of 17 prospects' bats from the Arizona League and Instructionals that were sitting in the driveway of a guy I know. They will be in my car trunk till the wife goes to work in the morning.

This seems a little crazy now, even to me. Is this just a guy thing, as I tend to suspect? We pursue our hobbies even to the point of disregarding our physical well-being? We spend half our time torn between being proud of ourselves and wondering if we're doing something demented? Do you now do, or have you done, something for the GU hobby that sometimes makes you wonder a little about yourself?