This seriously happens to me every year.The season ends, and I get depressed. But the offseason still needs Dugouts, so I bust "A" and work hard to find stories and interesting situations for Dugouts throughout the offseason, when no baseball is occuring and everything is heresay and conjecture. Five months go by and we've done 2,000 Dugouts about (essentially) nothing. We keep saying, "Man, I can't wait until the season starts, and doing Dugouts will be easier!"
Then the season starts. Suddenly, it is three weeks later and we've been sitting on our butts loving baseball. We turn to our left, see our computer, go "OH CRAP THE DUGOUT" and spend the entire season making up for the first month we missed.
Oh, and I almost forgot: tonight's Dugout is after the jump.
Joba Chamberlain's Mom
Two notes before tonight's Dugout:
What's ESPN's obsession with determining who is or is not the best sports star of a given, immediate, or to-be-determined time period? Does George Bodenheimer wander around the studios in a toga, trying to philosophize the existential meaning of LeBron James? If I'm Next, does that mean I'm not anything right now? 
























