Another rainy day. I wish I was in San Francisco, watching the Giants play. If you had told me a year ago that I’d feel that way now, I would’ve laughed in your face. I grew up in the midwest, as you may know, where sports are king. Mostly football, followed by basketball and then baseball. In fact, basketball and baseball might be interchangeable. Basically, everything is about football. High school and college. It’s what I grew up with. It’s what we watched. That and basketball. We weren’t big baseball fans. We watched part of a game here or there, and we always supported our favorite college team. When the Redhawks were still the ’89ers, I went to a game. I’ve watched part of the Big XII tournament at the Brick, but I was mostly concerned with the hot guys because I was 22 and I thought baseball was boring.
Fast forward to last year, when I moved back to California. The BFF and I had a friend who was a huge Giants fan, and The BFF always was a Giants fan, so we started watching the games together. At first I was bored. I didn’t care. Okay, it’s the Giants and since I went to OSU, I am engineered to bleed black and orange AND deal with the crushing defeat of my team when we screw everything up. The BFF forced me to read articles about the Giants in the paper and then we’d go over them, her explaining the terminology I didn’t quite understand. I was still bored.
And then one day, it just clicked. I have always known the basic mechanics of baseball, but I never saw the strategy. I never saw how it could be exciting. And then I was pretty much hooked. So now I enjoy baseball and look forward to watching the games and expanding my knowledge away from one team but I really love this one team A LOT.
HOW CAN I NOT?? LOOK AT THEM.
Hey kids reading this! Guess what? You have something awesome to look forward to in adulthood! WATCHING BASEBALL AND DRINKING MARGARITAS.
I bought three books this afternoon on my lunch break because all of my books are far away with my parents. And also because the used bookstore is seriously across the street from my office HOW CAN I NOT? (Which is exactly what I told the man who owns it/was working for it) I got two books I had never heard of (I’d tell you what they are but they’re in the other room and it’s SO FAR AWAY) and one book I had: The Laughing Place by Pam Durban. I first read that book in 2003 or 2004, after a dear friend of mine passed away. The book made a lot of sense to me and helped me kind of deal with the confusion and sadness I felt. So I bought it. MINE ALL MINE NOW.
Unrelated to THAT but related to my first paragraph, I’m supposed to watch clips of Buster Posey’s injury from the other night AND I AM SCURRED TO DO IT, INTERNETS. Because my BFF tells me that he writhes in pain and crawls around on his arms and I am kind of scared to see it because it just sounds awful.
NEWSFLASH: Wilson is warming up in the bullpen. YAY.