Taking the year off...

[big_sparxx]

Last week I traveled to Lahey Clinic in Boston (my first ever trip to Beantown), and on Thursday night I found myself sitting at Fenway Park with friends, and for the first time in many many years, I couldn't care less about baseball. For the past 40 plus years, baseball, and the O's have been a constant. yes, even during th lean years after our last World Championship in '83 I have lived with this idea that it's never over until you're mathematically eliminated.  It's always been depressing when the season came to an end, but I have come to realize that the O's, no matter how much we rant and rave on here about everything from how bad they are, to whether or not we can even be competitive.

Lahey kinda gave me a perspective about my baseball addiction. It kinda told me that going to a game might be the single best thing you can do on a hot summer night. That nothing tastes better than an ice cold beer and a brat with onions and peppers.  Nothing sounds better than a ball hitting the sweet spot, nothing feels better than watching the O's win.

The group therapy session that is the Orioles Hangout, never seems to help us, but a dose of reality always will. Life is far too short to worry about the apparent lunacy that happens in the warehouse. It's obvious they have no damn idea what they are doing... so for us, we should all just sit back and have a beer and a brat. 

I don't know when and if the O's are going to begin the rebuild. I don't know when or how they'll address the coaching/ gm positions going forward for 2019.... but at some point I just need to be there. I need to be at OPACY, and having a beer and a brat is fine thank you very much.

A little part of me loved being an Oriole in the Red Sox yard, having been there when their "nation" invaded OPACY. A little part of me walked away with smug satisfaction that they lost that night, and even though I was in pain from my surgery, I couldn't help but give my SAWX buddy a "now you know what I feel like" grin. I returned home on Saturday and debated whether or not to pull up the O's game on KODI. I even thought about subscribing to MLBTV. Nope, I'm not going to give in to it. I'm going to enjoy it for what it is.... a moment in time in which I can feed the addiction, or simply say... see you next year.
 

 

[Tx Oriole]

2 hours ago, big_sparxx said:

Last week I traveled to Lahey Clinic in Boston (my first ever trip to Beantown), and on Thursday night I found myself sitting at Fenway Park with friends, and for the first time in many many years, I couldn't care less about baseball. For the past 40 plus years, baseball, and the O's have been a constant. yes, even during th lean years after our last World Championship in '83 I have lived with this idea that it's never over until you're mathematically eliminated.  It's always been depressing when the season came to an end, but I have come to realize that the O's, no matter how much we rant and rave on here about everything from how bad they are, to whether or not we can even be competitive.

Lahey kinda gave me a perspective about my baseball addiction. It kinda told me that going to a game might be the single best thing you can do on a hot summer night. That nothing tastes better than an ice cold beer and a brat with onions and peppers.  Nothing sounds better than a ball hitting the sweet spot, nothing feels better than watching the O's win.

The group therapy session that is the Orioles Hangout, never seems to help us, but a dose of reality always will. Life is far too short to worry about the apparent lunacy that happens in the warehouse. It's obvious they have no damn idea what they are doing... so for us, we should all just sit back and have a beer and a brat. 

I don't know when and if the O's are going to begin the rebuild. I don't know when or how they'll address the coaching/ gm positions going forward for 2019.... but at some point I just need to be there. I need to be at OPACY, and having a beer and a brat is fine thank you very much.

A little part of me loved being an Oriole in the Red Sox yard, having been there when their "nation" invaded OPACY. A little part of me walked away with smug satisfaction that they lost that night, and even though I was in pain from my surgery, I couldn't help but give my SAWX buddy a "now you know what I feel like" grin. I returned home on Saturday and debated whether or not to pull up the O's game on KODI. I even thought about subscribing to MLBTV. Nope, I'm not going to give in to it. I'm going to enjoy it for what it is.... a moment in time in which I can feed the addiction, or simply say... see you next year.
 

 

Enjoy the year off.