Baseball and it's victim(s)

It’s been two days since our Halloween party and one day since the worst hangover I’ve had in recent memory.

Bob had a good night too.

On October 27, 2006, Bobby officially asked me out on a date after the Cardinals won the World Series. Little did I know what I was getting myself into. I think at the time I found it cute and endearing. Now it’s just plain annoying. And guess what? It’s not like football season. OH NO. It lasts from February 14^th (when pitchers and catchers report and I start plotting how to disconnect MLB TV without him knowing) to sometimes late OCTOBER.  The cardinals played 180 (give or take) games this year. In an 8 month span.  SO, when girls bitch and moan about their boyfriends or husbands watching football all day, one day out of the week for 13 weeks out of the year, I smile and loathe in my own self pity.  

I think baseball is one of the most boring things to watch on T.V. in the entire universe. Call me crazy, but I’d rather sit and watch the weather channel without sound than watch a baseball game on TV.  I’d rather watch the same episode of Jersey Shore over and over, rather than watch a baseball game on T.V.  I don’t mind watching it in person, but on TV, it’s awful.  So you can imagine my dismay when it’s on 3-4 times per week from April to October.  Forget “Dancing with the Vaguely Familiar”, we get the pleasure of watching baseball. And Bobby is completely useless for nine innings. “Can you get me a beer?” “What did you say about work?” “Can you throw my laundry in the dryer?” Great. Grand. Wonderful.

Now, I’m not going to lie, but this year’s World Series was pretty cool. Despite all of my prayers and Hail Mary’s, all seven games were played. The Cardinals came back in extra innings to win Game Six and then forced Game Seven as the Championship game.  However, it just so happened that the final game of the World Series happened on our Halloween party.

I knew we were going to have a somewhat slim crowd anyway based on the facebook responses (see post below), but now with the Cardinals playing, I knew that it would just be worse.  And you know what bored black swan + keg beer + crying –husband- when- the- cardinals- win equals? You guessed it, a hot mess.  

Don’t get me wrong. I love guys who show emotion, especially my big fella who is sitting next to me right now. But over a baseball game? Really?  This man didn’t even cry at our wedding, once.  When that stupid Humane Society commercial comes on, he is stone cold. But the Cardinals win the World Series and ol’ water works drops to his knees like he was the one who pitched the damn game! And then he “masks” it by pretending its just champagne in his eyes. Yeah, right Jackie.

So at approximately 2:00 a.m. when the fog machine finally turned off and I finished an entire bowl of organic brown rice as a snack, I finally crawled into bed. I looked over at him (because of course Bobby cannot handle his liquor as well as I can, and he was asleep an hour after the game), and in his dead sleep, he has the goofiest smile on his face.  You would have thought someone told him that Chris Carpenter was our next door neighbor and Sam Bradford was our mailman.

I realized at that moment (well, maybe the next morning) that Bobby is one of the most loyal people I know. He never cheers for the Cubs, he will always take your side even though you may be blindly leading him in the wrong direction and he always understands why your enemies are your enemies.  I guess the World Series wins in 2006 and 2011 were nice bookends to where we started, and where we begin again. Call me crazy, but I could get used to that idea. Well, I can get used to the end result, but not the one hundred and eighty something in between BS time sucks in between.

So tonight, while watching T.V, I lovingly suggested maybe we tape “Dancing with the Vaguely familiar” and watch it when we go to bed.

This is the response I got:

“Sorry, David Freese is on Leno and LaRussa is on Letterman”

And the countdown to Valentine ’s Day begins at our house.