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Baseball Fever

Of all the sports, I think I like baseball the most.  I like that it begins when the world is just starting to warm up, and I like watching it live, under a blazing hot sun in plastic seats with a beer in my hand.  And I like watching all levels of it–from little league to the MLB.  It just feels right.

It feels American.

I’ve been told that there are only 9 minutes of action in a 9-inning game.  But those moments of action are some of the most intense moments I’ve ever experienced.  It’s kind of like life–you can sit back and enjoy most of it.  There are some hits and some misses, and you deal.  There are the super exciting Grand Slam moments, when you fall in love or have a baby, or when you win some big award.  And then there are the pinches–the times that make you clench your jaw and get ready to swing because it’s all you can do to fight your way out.

And I’d be lying if I didn’t point out how sexy a man in a baseball uniform is…

Happy Baseball season!  GO TRIBE!

Benny Rodriguez: Man, this is baseball. You gotta stop thinking. Just have fun. I mean, if you were having fun you would’ve caught that ball.


Posted by on March 29, 2011 in Daily Happenings


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Greenage and My Love of Twister

Last night, I lit my Stormwatch Yankee candle.  It was the first time since the end of last summer that I let myself smell it–because once I do, I can’t get spring out of my head.

I knew that it was going to snow last night, and that it would put down thick, 6-inch blanket, but I needed to smell the storm.

Something else always happens around this time of year–the desire to watch Twister.

When Twister came out, my dad took me to see it in the theater with my cousin Meghan and her father, Todd.  I was newly 11 years old, and I was dying to see this movie.  I remember that people had been making a big deal about the sound, about how it really sounded like tornadoes coming at you.  It sounded like a train.

I used to be irrationally afraid of storms.  Within seconds of the first time any weatherman said “severe,” I was dragging my beloved things down the basement:  my teddy bear, jewelry my grandparents had given me, journals, …my Beanie Babies (shut up–they were going to buy us a new house when ours blew away.  I had Princess).  But when Twister came out, it was like something that I couldn’t avoid.

In the theater, I never took my eyes off the screen.  I found myself wanting to feel the wind that Bill and Jo got to feel.  I wanted a khaki jumpsuit.  I wanted to anchor myself to a pipe.  I wanted to see flying cows.  I wanted to kiss Bill Paxton.

Lucky for me (?) I’ve never seen a tornado in real life.  I want to, but under certain conditions.  I want to see it from a distance–you know, until I feel comfortable around them.  And I want to see it out in the plains–in a field, where no one is living, and no one can get hurt, and where I can watch the field grass sway with such force that it’s hard to believe that the wind is invisible.

A man from my hometown chases.  Maybe someday he’ll take me along.


Posted by on March 11, 2011 in Daily Happenings


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The Track that Action Built

60 degrees outside.

The first time warm weather emerges from the winter like the fiery red snout of a fox from a briar patch, I think of the racetrack.

Every Saturday night during the summer of 2004, I climbed into a bright blue dune buggy, slid my glasses down off my head, and headed to Fremont Speedway.  We always parked at the bottom of the hill, climbed up so that the dust swirled around the bottom of our pants, so we looked like we belonged.  Among the sea of neon t-shirts and torn jeans, we walked.  The pits were buzzing with jumpsuits and sprint wings, and the people from Tennessee put lawn chairs atop their trailers and watched from the sky.

Moths danced through the path of the stadium lights, racing one another to the brightest spot in Fremont.  The sun always set right behind turn 3, opposite the Grandstand where we sat, bathed in an orange afterglow.

The National Anthem sung high and proud to the flag waving in the dust from practice runs sent chills down my spine.

The push trucks, driven by friends and relatives, pushed each sprint car until it snarled to life on the dirt track.

3… And once everyone was lined up,

2…the crowd on their feet,

1…and the town roared with the wave of a green flag.

I cannot wait to go back.


Posted by on February 18, 2011 in Daily Happenings


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