Baseball is back.
This time, for real. A 60-game season. Starting at the end of July. It’s…well, it’s unprecedented. And goddamn am I so glad it’s here. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve very much enjoyed pursuing other activities whilst sports have been away…but I really, really missed them.
I used to get too wrapped up in sports, to the detriment of other aspects of my life, like writing, for example. Not any more. Sports are easier for me to put in a box nowadays. And that takes a lot of the anxiety for out of what is otherwise a purely joyous activity. Which isn’t to say that sports don’t make me groan in agony whenever things go wrong…but that’s weirdly also part of the joy of sports: you feel what your team feels, and just the act of sharing that is wonderful, even when it’s terrible.
Work was good today – I got everything done I needed to, and with some extra time in the afternoon to kinda take it easy. Took a nap. Listened to some music for Liz and my next DJ set, which hopefully we can fit in tomorrow.
Oh! And the A’s won! In the 10th inning on a walkoff grand slam. There’s a new rule in baseball this year that every extra half inning starts off automatically with a runner on second base. Holy crap, you guys, does that ratchet up the tension. I might like it. Maybe. We’ll see. Might also be TOO much chaos.
It worked out tonight. We beat the Angels. Matt Olson hit the grand salami. Absolutely CRUSHED it, too.
What a time we’re living in right now, guys.
G’night.