Spring Whining

Normally I go to Baseball Spring Training in Arizona.

I like the game just fine, but it's not all about the baseball. You get to sit in the sun, eat sweet, salty and greasy snacks, and generally have about the most stress-free time you can imagine.

There's also an annual outing to The Barrio Cafe, a restaurant so good that it is worth a trip to Phoenix and the usual 2 hour wait.

This year I'm not going and I'm a little bitter.

I just can't bring myself to travel for pleasure when I have credit card debt (I'm boring but practical, you gotta admit) and I can't pay off my credit card debt in full because of some reasons I cannot discuss because they are about work and bonuses and let's just try not to get dooced here, ok?

But while we're on the subject of baseball, is anyone else wondering just why the hell Congress is investigating steroid use?

Dozens of elected officials and their minions are packing meeting rooms to grill Roger Clemens and to drool over his muscular manly forearms. Your tax dollars at work.

Does anyone really care, or is this just some kind of reverse congressional hero-worship, these doofus policy wonks finally getting back at the Cute Popular Jock Guys from high school?

Meanwhile, reports out of Iraq are that we are paying $45 a case for soda for our soldiers and mercenaries (yes, I said mercenaries, not "contractors"). Have the congressional hearings started about THAT yet?

Wake me when they do.