Monday, October 29, 2007

Rah. Rah.

It's days like today that I wish I could find the love for sports. Any sport, really. But, today would probably have been a nice day to like baseball. There I was, all tired and bleary-eyed, wondering if I was going to make it through the day. And I was surrounded by lots of other tired and bleary-eyed people who differed from me in this one crucial way:


They looked happy about being tired and bleary-eyed.


It seems that the Red Sox (Maine's team by default) won something last night. I'm unclear on the details since, as I mentioned earlier, I am not a fan or even someone who follows sports in general. But it was apparently rather impressive and the kind of thing that goes on for hours and hours into the night. There were frequent comments throughout the course of the day that led me to believe they beat the entire World! And that they did it by taking on teams throughout the World one at a time...sort of in a Series or something. I dunno... It's all beyond me. I'm assuming that this big win involved curing some dreadful disease, racing across fire and juggling aggressive wombats. While traveling the world.


Which is, now that I think of it, rather impressive. I should probably start thinking about following baseball more closely. I'd really like to see how those wombats make out during the process...


I was not one of the lucky tired ones today. No. I was just a regular tired sort of person who wandered through the day in a fog. At one point, I thought it was a real fog, but then I realized that my glasses were dirty. Cleaning them was probably something of a judgement error as this allowed me to see more clearly and realize that I was, indeed, at work. And that one glance in the mirror at my lovely Monday Face was not a pretty thing to see through clear lenses.


The tiredness-that-was-not-the-happy-kind raged on and made this afternoon's workout rather horrible. On the plus side, I was able to knit a bit on the Chevron Scarf as I rode my little bike to nowhere and this cheered me considerably. Almost enough for me to stop seeing that boo-boo that is becoming more clear now that I've cleaned the glasses and all. Still, I think it's good enough and I'll just make sure that it goes to a non-knitter who can be easily convinced that this is how it was supposed to look. That thought perked me up considerably.


Maybe not as much as if I'd stayed up to watch that World Series Wombat Juggling...but still a perker-upper!



SA

14 comments:

Anonymous said...

WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You're outta the will!!!!!!!

DS (And long time proud member of Red Sox Nation)

Anonymous said...

Daddy Sheep beat me to the comments. No doubt you were not in the runnning for President of Red Sox Nation. Grammie Sheep is smiling down today.

Auntie Sheep

Knitting Linguist said...

Now, see? If THAT's what baseball was like, I'd actually watch it! As it stands, though... I'm glad you made it through your Monday -- one day down, four more to go! (rah)

mehitabel said...

My family are baseball freaks from way back (my dad played baseball before and after WWII) and this was a great Series for them, since I have offspring in both CT and CO. We even had a couple of friendly wagers, and I swear if they had been able to the CTs would have jetted to Denver to gloat over their sister! Oh well, I have discovered that for "my" team to win, I must totally ignore the situation. If I show up to root for them, they always lose. More knitting time for me, wins for my beloved Sox... it's all good!
Oh--and my Monday face? Not something that should be inflicted on the world!

trek said...

We watched most of the series. Even though the Mets pathetically coughed up the championship...

Hey, Sheepie? Did you know that you can KNIT while watching baseball?

Donna Lee said...

Here in the Phila area, we pretty much ignored the wombat juggling. We got bored when our jugglers dropped the ball very early on. No big deal since I don't watch whether they win or lose. I just don't get it and I am ok with that.

Beth said...

Your description of baseball is funny! I admire you keeping up with your peddling. I'm pathetic about mine.

Julie said...

Watching baseball is like watching grass grow - very exciting!

Mia said...

What's baseball?? ::laughing::

And I know what you mean about the tired. It MUST be at least Thursday by now...

Cursing Mama said...

The only redeeming quality of the wombat juggling is that it is knitting friendly unlike the sports I prefer that require constant attention.

Lazuli said...

Go Sox! :-) I hope your students' sleepiness-level has returned to about normal!

Yarnhog said...

Professional sports are useful only in that they give me uninterrupted knitting time.

catsmum said...

World Series Wombat Juggling? You'd think that we in the land of the Wombat would have gotten an invite but noooooooooooooo ... so I don't see how it can be called a World series if the rest of the world ain't invited
:]

Melissa said...

Well, they may not rule the World, but they are definitely the center of my universe. I am off to crash hard from my celebratory high of the past few days. I will emerge when Spring Training begins...