Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Jane has baseball post-traumatic stress disorder

I haven't been around lately.  I admit it.  I've been a bad blogger.

It's all baseball's fault.  Stupid playoffs.

Baseball is an agonizingly long season.  My boyfriend, the Boy, leaves for spring training in February.  If his team sucks, he is done by early October.  Unfortunately, his team is pretty ok.  Which means that - depending on how far they go into the postseason - I don't get the Boy back until late October/early November.

This year they made it to the playoffs.  So my October has been a whirlwind of travel and baseball games.  I think I beat my own record this year with 5 games on two coasts in one span of 6 days.  Combine that with work and single-parenting and now the cold from hell and I think I'm officially brain dead.

My October has had the highest of highs and the lowest of lows.  I have enjoyed the obnoxious but mostly friendly fans of my team and the obnoxious but mostly angry fans of the visiting team (which is - mostly - how it should be).  I have been hugged and high-fived by some strangers and yelled at and flipped off by others.  I have had to explain new interesting words to the Princess.

I have flown across country in the middle of the night to get to the next game.  I have driven endless miles back and forth to the stadium.  I stayed up late and got up early.  Ate erratically, drank occasionally.

I had a blast.

I am officially exhausted.

But the Boy will be home soon.  And we can be exhausted together.

And since I'm tired and creatively brain-dead and have nothing really constructive to say at the moment anyway, I leave you with a picture I took this summer during my trip to LA.  It has absolutely positively nothing to do with baseball.

I give you George, my tranny Lego bodyguard, at the Hollywood monument to his hero.

George - overcome with bliss



  1. It would be about this time that I would ask... "Do you think you could get me tickets to...?" But I won't.

    I don't understand fans who are so exuberant that they become total ass weasels. Why should anyone have to explain to their child why someone talks like a longshoreman?
    And, yeah, the World Series should have ended already, not be starting tomorrow.

  2. As you opined at my place, Baseball definitely comes before Thanksgiving. I couldn't agree more.

    (Other readers have no idea what I'm blathering about here, but that's OK. You do.)

  3. I feel the same about hockey...playoffs go into JUNE!
    Baseball is a summer game & hockey is a winter game...there should be no overlap.

  4. Is your guy a player or work for the organization? As a Cubs fan, I feel the need to blog on baseball today. I watched the Ken Burns 10th Inning over the last couple days and am feeling nostalgic, frustrated and joyous all at the same time.

  5. Your tranny Lego bodyguard? I so want one.

    Rest up, chica!

  6. saw a comment of yours on Matty's Thoughts blog.
    Do I understand this correctly - you are dating a Giant?

  7. IT - I totally need to start a second career in ticket-brokering. I'd make a fortune from the ass weasels.

    Suldog - If MLB had it its way, Santa would be making an appearance at the World Series in December.

    Fojoy - It's all so confusing.

    Wow - He works for the organization. If he was a player, I would've been blogging from my cabana in Hawaii while eating caviar and drinking $500 bottles of champagne instead of sitting on my couch eating cold pizza and drinking Mad Dog.

    Fragrant - He's really not all that useful. He refuses to do windows or go on liquor runs.

    Lisle - Oh no no no...the beards freak me out.

  8. One of the guys on my fast pitch softball team works for the Phillies. He said to ask for tickets anytime I want. I never have. I feel funny asking, so I pay full price and get them myself.

  9. LOL George gets around more than I do.