Driving to work, I hear about these fucking Dark-Age savages overrunning Iraq. Then NPR tells me about the poachers who are probably going to kill every last wild elephant in Africa. Then the dog and/or cat shit on the rug in the kid’s room, and I clean that up.
Then I have to watch the Braves’ offense in extra innings, repeatedly squandering chances to win a game with a routine fly ball, a grounder not hit directly at a drawn-in infielder, or even a base hit of some sort. Someone make it stop. Sure, I could quit caring, about the Braves I mean. (Honestly, I’m probably no more concerned about the fate of Iraq in and of itself than most Americans. I just fear that some of those subhumans may one day try to kill members of my family or me, or that my 4-year-old might some day have to go try to kill them.)
Baseball’s supposed to be an escape from the daily stresses. I can’t help it, though. I can’t not care about the Braves. It’s in my bones, my brain, my soul. I’m not sure exactly where it is physiologically, but trust me, it’s there somewhere. I’m not going to dive off Spaghetti Junction or any such foolishness. (Sorry if I’m being totally offensive in this post.) But I admit it. I have a bit more spring in my step, I definitely enjoy watching baseball highlights more and on certain nights I go to sleep a bit faster when the Bravos win.
Sure, I like to think I’m a reasonably well adjusted adult. I love my kid and wife, my dogs, cat and extended family. We own a home (along with SunTrust Mortgage.) I’ve been mostly gainfully employed for many years now. We pay our bills. Etc, etc. Still, it pisses me off when BJ blunders, CJ swings at breaking pitches inches from the ground and off the plate, and on and on.
I apologize for the self-absorbed rant. Just had to let it out.
One last thought. As constituted today, this team won’t win 86 games, maybe not 81 games. And I’d rather the Braves fall out of the NL East race and focus on strengthening the foundation for the future vs. limping in as a wild card and being quickly dispatched yet again. I will never root for the Braves to lose any game. I couldn’t if I tried. However, big-picture, I’d rather this team find a way to improve significantly — through trades, or whatever — than eek out a playoff spot with a barely .500 record and then get squashed unceremoniously. We’ve had enough of that.
One last thought again. I sure would hate to see three lefties at the top of the lineup. I mean, if that happened we might struggle to score runs.
Well, well, well. Interesting lineup today: 1. La Stella 2B 2. Pena SS 3. Freeman 1B 4. Gattis C 5. Heyward RF 6. Johnson 3B 7. Doumit LF 8. Schafer CF 9. Harang P.