A’s won on opening night. I think it’s the first baseball game I’ve watched (almost) in full in…two whole years? Maybe three? The A’s man, they just. They really ripped it out of me over the last 20 years of just never keeping players. I know almost nobody on our team. Maybe…three players? Laureano, Kemp and…Seth Brown. I know those guys. Everyone else, literally all of them, no idea who they are.
But, hey! We won.
It was wild watching the game, truly. It’s different. Very, very different. I loved watching baseball. I cared so much. I was so invested. And now, it’s like I’m watching from afar. It feels out of time. Both for me personally and objectively. Old fashioned. Outmoded. Slow. A little boring. Dying. And for me personally…distant in that way that you drift apart from something because you never do it anymore. An awkward fit where it used to be a puzzle piece. I hope baseball can bring me back. I really do. I’m honestly not sure it will, though. I’ve completely lost faith in my team, and I’ve fallen in love with other sports that give me what I’ve always yearned for: rings. Franchise players. Wow moments.
At least we beat the stupid Angels.
Long day today. And crap, it’s already past bed time. Need to sleep. Busy day tomorrow.