I came home on Wednesday night around 7 p.m., maybe 7:30ish from watching my sister’s middle school volleyball game. Yes, even after I spent my entire day watching and reporting on sports I attended yet another sporting event. I have a problem, I know this, I am working on it (no I’m not). As I walk up the stairs into my house I am eagerly greeted by my four-legged best friend. He sleeps in my room while I'm gone, every time I leave, whether it be for a work day or for a weekend getaway. He has separation anxiety to the 10th degree and will not leave my hip pocket for any reason. So when I come home from a day at work all he wants is my love and attention. He has this really cute way of just placing one of his paws on my arm and giving me the dopiest look, just begging me for attention. I usually cave but if I don’t he will make his rounds trying both of my roommates before eventually coming back to me because he knows I am a softy. If you move his paw off of you, he will just place it back on you and smile. I mention this because most nights when I come home I just want to plop down on the couch for a little bit and unwind from my day, but more often than not I end up playing with Maddux (that’s my dog's name. He is also the most handsome German Shepherd on earth and I'll fight anyone that says otherwise).
Wednesday night was no different, as I sunk into my leather couch I begrudgingly flipped on the World Series. I am a diehard Cubs fan (hence the name Maddux), so die-hard that I went to game two of the NLCS. I felt my heart stop as I watched Justin Turner’s home run sail over the centerfield fence in the bottom of the ninth inning. With tears in my soul I
When the Addison Russell hit a home run in the top of the fifth to give the Cubs the lead I can't even tell you if I was happier that we were leading or that I had the perfect chance to be incredibly petty. I danced, I cheered, I sang, and you bet your a** I held my can in front of him waiting for him to acknowledge our greatness with a smile that I imagine looked like the Grinch’s when his face twisted up all deviously in the animated version of “How the Grinch Stole Christmas.” Anyways, I like the Cubs, and like a scorned ex-boyfriend, my jealousy toward the Dodgers (more specifically their fans) for moving on without me means has risen to the point that I currently hate them.
If you didn't watch game two, it was incredible. The Astros were down two runs with two innings to go. They tied up the game and sent it to extra innings. The first two batters for the Astros in the tenth blasted home runs making everyone believe the game was over. Then the Dodgers first batter blasted a home run of his own bringing the lead down to one run. The Dodgers somehow tied the game up after a
Baseball was fun, it was exciting, I forgot all about my dog and was only reminded I was supposed to play with him when he laid on my feet and groaned like a young child that doesn't want to go to bed. The Dodgers lost (yay!) but I couldn’t help but think how amazing the game was. Then, I couldn't help but think about if this was the first baseball game someone watched and how incredibly disappointed they are going to be for literally ever. I’ve never seen a game like that and it set the record for most combined home runs in a World Series game. It’s a game that baseball purist will point to and say, “See! Baseball is the best sport ever, it’s so exciting. Where else can you get that kind of momentum swings, action, and suspense?”
The answer is pretty much every other sport except perhaps golf, but it was terrific to watch and that's neither here nor there. I don't have anything else to say on the topic, I just thought it was a funny thought. If that was the first baseball game you have ever watched I just want you to know that Wednesday night was incredible, you should enjoy it, and you should never watch baseball again because you will only be disappointed.