So I’m sitting here last Tuesday digging into the 2025 season hype, figuring baseball fans gotta know where to focus. Started by pulling up my dusty Southeastern Athletics PDF they emailed out last month, the one with tiny font that makes you squint. Scrolled straight past all those midweek cupcake games – no offense to smaller schools but we want fireworks, right?
The Real Treasure Hunt
First thing I did? Grabbed my highlighter and slapped circles around every SEC conference matchup. Forget non-conference – it’s SEC bloodbaths that give you those nail-biting moments. Got halfway through when my cat jumped on the keyboard and closed the dang file. Had to start over while that furball judged me from the couch.
Cross-checked last year’s standings against this schedule too. Remember how Mississippi State choked in extra innings against Vanderbilt? That rematch on April 12th got triple-underlined immediately. Wrote “PAYBACK TIME?” in all caps beside it like a total psycho.
The Big Five That Made Me Yell “YES!”
- Feb 15 home opener vs Florida – Frost still on the bleachers and pitchers throwing like their arms might fall off? Pure chaos guaranteed. Already warned my buddies we’re tailgating in parkas.
- March 28-30 at LSU – That swamp magic voodoo they do down in Baton Rouge? Whole weekend circled in red marker. Booked a motel 5 months early cause those rooms vanish faster than free hot dogs.
- April 18-20 home vs Texas A&M – Them Aggie fans travel louder than a jet engine. Earplugs packed already. Expecting trash talk levels over 9000 after last year’s beanball war.
- May 3rd at Arkansas – Single game golden ticket. That ballpark turns into a pressure cooker when rankings are on the line. Got goosebumps just typing this.
- SEC tournament week – Didn’t even bother picking days cause whoever survives that meat grinder becomes legendary. My vacation days are locked and loaded.
Hit a snag when realizing the Kentucky series clashes with my niece’s graduation. Sorry kiddo, Aunt Becky’s watching from the bleachers with FaceTime on mute. Priorities.
Final step? Taped this cursed schedule to my fridge between grocery lists. Now every time I grab a beer I’m staring down those dates like a general planning D-Day. If you ain’t got your own marked-up calendar by now, what are you even doing with your life? See y’all in the cheap seats when the gloves come off.