I’m lucky if I watch one baseball game a week. High school me would be very disappointed in current me for not religiously watching games. I have been using the games as background noise as I’m writing papers for grad classes, so I guess that works? But if you asked me what teams are good this year, I have no clue.

These are the only baseball things I know about this season:

• The Red Sox and Orioles had a throwing war with each other
• A Marlins pitcher threw a no-hitter
• Bryce Harper threw his helmet at a pitcher after being hit
• Some tall guy on the Yankees keeps hitting home runs

And that’s pretty much it.

Maybe that’s what happens when you grow up. Or how you rely on baseball in your life. In high school, I relied heavily on baseball because it was one constant in my life. The same thing happened in college, especially during my sophomore year and the 2013 World Series run. Now I don’t think I rely on baseball as much, but it’s always going to be part of my life.

I’m busy with my actual job during the week and scooping on the weekends and squeezing in homework for grad school in between all of that. Typically I’m in bed by 9:30 every night, so that doesn’t allow for much baseball watching (and just forget about west coast games).

I know that baseball will always be there for me, even if I’m not there for it all the time. Games go on, players hit home runs, and if you’re lucky, Bryce Harper won’t throw his helmet at you.