I have long tried to fight the emotional aspects of my baseball fandom. Possibly because I'm one of the only female bloggers on the Jays beat I wanted to be taken seriously as a writer and I didn't want to be both the girl and the moody one.
But, as you have probably noticed, baseball related content has been missing from this site for three weeks. I've faithfully posted music related content for Music Monday (find the link in the top navigation) but haven't been invested in baseball.
Part of it was that it was the off season and there just wasn't much to talk about. But there is something else.
I noticed in the pictures for the Tribe Fest (the Cleveland Indians fan fest) a little while ago, and they just took a picture of Edwin Encarnación doing his signature parrot walk and Photoshopped Indians gear on him and as the gnawing feeling grew in my stomach, I realized something.
There isn't going to be anymore of this:
And I'm still pissed off. I've tried to tell myself it doesn't matter but apparently it does. I'm still mad about how this off season went down. I'm not going to pretend it's logical or try to defend it. I don't think the team is doomed or anything. But I'm irritated.
I've been at this since April 2007 and it's the first time I've felt this faraway.
I'll get over it.
I saw this smile live late last summer. He was getting his hair cut. I told him he was great. And I randomly held his foot in my hand. This was the reaction. It was stupendous.
Birthday Boy gets Birthday Gibbyisms.
Birthday Boy gets Birthday Snuggles by Eccentric Co-Worker.
I wonder if Gibby can use that phone. Can you transfer a call, John? Can you use the Conferee Selectable Display and Disconnect feature?
Skydog and the Queen of Soul cover Canadian created Americana.
I picked up my bag and I went lookin' for a place to hide
When I saw Carmen and the Devil walkin' side by side
And I said, "Hey, Carmen, come on, would you go downtown"
And she said, "Well, I gotta go but my friend can stick around"