Or was it five hours and 49 minutes? I forget. In fact, I can’t remember much of anything, because I’ve watched about 11 hours of baseball in the last 48 hours. It’s turned my brain to mush. It’s kept me up past my bed time. I’m neglecting my family and shirking my duties. It’s ALL baseball, ALL the time.
Someone has even suggested to me that I’m one of those people who continually chooses to be with abusive baseball teams…that my move from Chicago to Boston five years ago is a tell tale sign that I’ll never be happy unless I’m living with a curse. When I finally fall asleep after that 14th inning, I see Babe Ruth in my dreams, pointing to the outfield where there’s an enormous goat in the stands howling, “Who cares if you need surgery, pitch anyway!”
There’s only one cure for this ailment. I know what it is. I’m being constantly reminded how unlikely it is to happen.
Yes, yes and yes. And I’m not even a big baseball fan. But I’ve lived in the Boston area all of my life. I was there in '68 cheering on Yaz and the gang. (But I was very, very, very young. Practically an infant. Anything under 10 is considered infancy, right?) I hate the Yankees. Why? Cause they’re the Yankees, of course, and they suck. I need no other reason, so back off. This series has been brutal. But even if they don’t come back and win it, at least they didn’t go down like a flaming bag of dung. The last time I was this caught up in a series was 1986. The memory is still painful. I’m keeping all available body parts crossed that there will be no moments like that this time. If the game goes more than 14 innings again, it could lead to paralysis.
I am so tired of the Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox Yankees/Redsox
It has been non-stop since the season started, and even before with all the off-season moves and the micro-analysis of who’s hitting and who isn’t and who’s pitching and who is winning and how close are the Red Sox and what about that curse and on and on and on. Make it stop!