Me no happy camper. Me a suffering Red Sox fan.
I came home from work today and just felt such a roar inside me. So I did what any self-respecting, law abiding citizen would...I lit something on fire, of course.
Then I figured it provided enough light to blog by. Hmmm well, barely. I don't know how they used to do anything by firelight.
But back to the sensation of the fire. Wow did THAT feel good! Burn baby burn.
Why do the Red Sox stir me up so much? I don't know. I can't remember the first time I ever watched a game. I didn't have a father or grandfather teaching me the finer points. I vaguely recall my mother enjoying the Cardinals - not because we lived in Missouri, but because they were her favorite bird.
I just know that they inspire me. They go out and play every game. Yes they're paid a ridiculous amount of money and put their bodies through a ridiculous amount of abuse. Yes, it has become more about money than love of the game. But what I take from it is that every game is a new chance to do your best and win.
There's nothing -- NOTHING -- in my life right now where I can say that. I can't go into work, do my best, and win. I'm always going to lose. Always. I'm always going to be forced to compromise my ideals and standards because that's just the way big business works now (don't get me started on this). Even when it comes to dating and finding someone to love...I've always given it my best shot and I've lost. Lost my college BF, lost my husband, lost my lousy Scots BF, lost my last love who shall not be named. Wow, that's four.
But the Sox make me think, maybe, just maybe we can win. I can win with them. And maybe I can control my food intake, maybe I can increase my heart rate and exercise, and maybe I can reduce my fat cells.
Yes, I realize I sound unhinged. What can I say? I'm a lonely, stressed out Sox fan.
Losing Weight; Finding Men
"Never make someone a priority in your life when you are just their option."