They’ve always had this obsessive bent in their characters.
When it was ceiling fans it was obnoxious,
but not painful. Suddenly, with the
Nats poor performance in the playoffs so far, the boys and their incessant talk
about the Nationals and the presidents just makes me mad. I don’t want them to
be constantly talking about Bryce Harper hitting home runs when he has gotten
something like one hit in his last
twenty-five at bats. For the love.
Don’t pretend to be Stephen Strasburg pitching! He was shut
down by the general manager and can’t even pitch in the postseason. They are so
into pretending that it is impossible
to go for an hour without one of them asking me to watch him be Jayson Werth
hitting an imaginary home run and running around the “bases” in our living
room. You’re killing me here! Werth
has had so many chances to hit with runners in scoring position but does he
even have a single RBI in the postseason? I actually don’t know or want to look it up, but it doesn’t
feel like it.
I love these guys and this team but the last few games have
been humiliating blowouts. I’ve been in a constant cringe while watching the
games. I haven’t even been able to watch the last innings of the past two games. And I hate
that it has been affecting me so much. I didn’t know it would. I haven’t been
so attached to a baseball team since I was fifteen and had my heart broken by
the Seattle Mariners. Or maybe since I helped my dad coach tee-ball. Those kids
had talent.
I know the Nats can play so much better than they are—and even
against the same team that they’re getting pounded by. I really need
perspective on this whole postseason but having mini Nationals running around
makes it even harder. I hope that today isn’t their last game—that they can
beat the Cardinals and take the series to a game five. Not only because I want them to win, but because we have tickets to
game five if it happens, and I’d love to be at a playoff game for the first time.
I rigged the laundry today so that the boys’ Zimmerman and
Harper shirts are all four dirty. I don’t need to see the curly W all day. I slept in my Jayson Werth shirt so that I won’t
be tempted to wear it today. I’m going to pretend to not watch the clock and
think about game time. Who am I? Why do I care so much?
It’s such a weird feeling and hard to shake. And impossible to shake with my pretenders
who make every surface a baseball field and make themselves the Nationals players
hitting amazing home runs in slow motion. Why must you stab my heart?
My advice to parents of sports fans? Exercise caution when
teaching your kids about a team. IT WILL
SUCK THE LIFE OUT OF YOU to have them talking about the team when they
lose.
The dumbest thing of all of this is that if the Nats play a
good game today and win and play a good fifth game of the series, I will love
the boys running around talking about the Nats. What is wrong with me!? Go Nats? Crazy person out.
I just needed to see them in uniforms that aren't Nationals' uniforms. |
At least you didn't raise Cleveland fans. :)
ReplyDeleteTrue. Or Chicago, right?
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