Friday, February 29, 2008

AND AWAY WE GO.

TBF and I had made a pact: total blackout today. We wanted to be able to come home and eat dinner while watching baseball. I closed the “baseball” folder on my RSS feed (as though I had any time to even think about my RSS feed today, much less look at it) and put a post-it on my monitor reminding me to not visit my Google home page, because the score would pop up somewhere.

There. I was safe.

Except I forgot about the Captivate Network.

For those of you who don’t work in a big Manhattan office building with a fancy-shmancy elevator, the Captivate Network are little televisions in the elevators that run news and ads. They’re actually reasonably entertaining. Now, I don’t work in a building that meets that description, but I had a meeting in one. And said meeting was exhausting enough that when I walked out of the meeting and stepped into the elevator, seeing Jose Reyes in a Mets jersey drew me closer to the screen like a bee to a flower, where I learned the score.

I sighed quietly, not wanting to try to explain to my coworkers that I had just ruined my night.

Ah, well. It’s still baseball.

I am calmer this year about Spring Training, interested to watch the game but happy to let TBF fast forward after Johan and Heilman until we got to his NSMC, Mr. Sanchez. I do, however, already need to watch the television with the sound off, even if it is Gary, Keith and Ron.  I am a baseball moron compared to those three and yet it is painfully obvious to me that Pedro Martinez is a very smart man who is deliberately trying to manipulate the media and destroy the angle of “OOOOH! COMPETITION BETWEEN JOHAN AND PEDRO!! FILM AT 11!!!” but yet everyone comments on how Pedro is walking around all buddy-buddy with Johan. If I hear Kevin Burkhardt say it one more time there will be words and Gary should know better.  Come ON.

Other random thoughts:
I think Jose has gotten faster.
I cannot believe that Keith’s attention span started to wander only four innings into the first televised game of the year.
Ramon Castro is looking trim, but unfortunately, he is still Melon Head.
And while I am glad we avoided the insanity that was ST this year, I still wish we were down there today, in the warm breeze, sunglasses and sunscreen on, TBF keeping score, me taking photos.

Soon enough.