Home

You know it really sucks to be home.  Last year I was home all season, and then the off season, because of my injury.  This off season I'm healthy, except for this nagging cold.  But I was hoping to still be playing competitive baseball with other males with the same desire.  I didn't expect to be bugging Vanessa to have a catch with me before the sun goes down every night.

She's good, by the way.  Vanessa was no champion softball player or anything.  But she doesn't catch like a girl and doesn't really throw like a girl.  She's a lefty, so she throws oddly.  But that's what lefties do.  It's in their blood.

It hurts to think about baseball right now, even though I do it a lot.  Kind of like when you get depressed and someone tries to snap you out of it and you don't want them to because for some sick reason you almost enjoy being depressed, you almost enjoy the attention somebody's paying to you for being such a lowdown jerk.  (I'm taking a breath now.)  It hurts worse to be home, in front of my extremely widescreen television set, watching the Rays or the Red Sox or the Dodgers or the Phillies get to their respective Championship Series(es) while I sit and watch in front of my extremely large widescreen television set.

"So, Jimmy," you say, "don't sit in front of the TV.  Go do something."

Like what?  What am I gonna do?  I guess I could do this.  So I'm doing it.  It's 1:26 AM on a Tuesday and I'm doing this instead of sleeping.  The screen is blurry and my head feels numb, but what am I to do.  I am aimless.  I expected more and got less.  Sounds like my feelings for Congress.  But that's a whole other issue that I don't know enough about to spew on about.

I sit home this early morning and dread having to wake up, overtired and undernourished due to lack of championship-flavored games that I should be throwing balls in.  Not this year.  Not this year.  Instead, I might just turn on the outside lights, get out two gloves, and wake up Vanessa.  Think she'd be upset?  Huh?

Yeah.  I think so too.

Good night.  I mean, Good morning.