Bobble

It's time for confession.

I've picked up a bit of a bobblehead addiction.

It started out innocently.

When I was a child, my oldest brother had a half-dozen or so of the old fashioned bobbleheads in his room.  My memory says that he had a Detroit Tigers player and a Cleveland Indian mascot, among others.  I loved to go in there and make their heads bobble and see which one would go the longest.

I was exposed to these vices again as an adult.  I caught one as a promo at an Os game a few years back and liked seeing it on my desk.  The heads of the new one didn't bobble in the same fun way as my brother's bobblers did, but it was still pretty neat.

For a couple of years, I tried to catch a bobblehead promo at Camden Yards and ended up with four of them:  Matt Wieters, Chris Davis, Adam Jones, and Melvin Mora.  Going to the bobblehead giveaway game became a bit like a floating holiday.

Then came last year.

I was in Kansas City on bobblehead night and caught the game.  A few weeks later, I had the chance to go to a game in Philadelphia.  I debated going but, when I saw it was bobblehead day, I went and got one.

From there it became a bit of a game.  I already had an Orioles bobblehead game on my calendar and had wanted to catch a Nationals game, so I found the date for one of their bobblehead nights and found my way to DC.

I started to check out bobble nights at other stadiums within striking distance.  Yankees tickets are expensive so I didn't have much hope.  But on a whim I checked and found a cheap nosebleed seat on the bobble head night, snagged a bus ticket, and headed for the big apple.

I had so much fun on that trip that I checked out the Mets schedule and, BINGO!  Back on the bus I went later that summer.

So with six bobbleheads in one summer, the addiction set in.

This year I put every bobblehead game, MLB and MILB, within shot of where I live or anyplace I might happen to be between now and October on my Google calendar.  Clearly, I won't get to all of them.

But I can try, can't I?