I've loved baseball my entire life.
I played baseball as a kid, as a teenager for my high school team, and in college as part of a recreational league. It's always been my favorite sport.
I don't know if it's the realization of a long-standing dream (seeing the Giants finally win the World Series, twice), or that the fast pace of my job has weakened my tolerance for the slow speed of the game, but I have a difficult time sitting down to watch baseball these days. Meanwhile, my interest in football and basketball are at all-time highs. In fact, as I sit at my desk typing up this blog post, finishing up my lunch break before heading back down to the sales floor, I've got the Alabama vs. West Virginia game streaming on my laptop. I haven't followed college football since junior high, but lately I've had the itch to watch these undergraduate warriors bang heads. It's a huge change in direction for my longstanding taste in athletics.
But I guess that's life.
When you find your interest in whiskey petering out, you might simultaneously find the desire to taste more brandy. Or maybe rum. Even tequila! That's the beauty of drinking: you have options. Even if you consider yourself a whisky expert, you might be tired of playing that role, bored of where the industry has ended up.
If that's the case, don't fight your own natural progression. Go where your heart takes you. Despite the antics of the hot-hitting Buster Posey and our new boy-wonder Joe Panik, I'm still more captivated by this 10-10 stalemate between two schools I don't really care about. I might even feel a bit guilty about this betrayal if I wasn't having so much fun.
You just have to go with the flow.