babble
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Nowhere girl:
I have a lot to do in the next few hours. I'll be traveling solidly for almost a month, so I have to make sure I pack everything that I need. Thankfully, I have a housesitter staying here for the duration (and until I get a permanent roommate) so my poor one-eyed kitty won't be so lonely.
Sometimes this travel situation gets to me. I like traveling and seeing new places and seeing friends that live far away, but sometimes I feel like I don't have a home, just a place to keep my stuff. Then, when I think about it, I realize that home really isn't about a place for me. It's about being around the people I love. And all of you motherfuckers live in different cities, so I blame the whole stinkin' lot of you for this entire problem.
Today, I went with one of my favorite L.A. people to the World Baseball Classic in Anaheim to watch the U.S. team play Team Japan. It was a really good game, nice and tense and full of action, lots of good plays and a few controversial ones. My least-favorite Yankee sent the winning run home, so I've temporarily forgiven him for sucking the rest of the time. However, I mainly chalk up this halfhearted bout of leniency to the fact that my rabid anticipation for the start of baseball season has been momentarily sated by seeing such a fabulous game and being in such close proximity to my favorite shortstop's perky butt. I fully expect to return to my normal seething hatred for A-Rod's pansy-ass, cheating ways by the start of the regular season.
Anyway, my favorite highlight of the game today was when the home plate umpire made a questionable strike call against a U.S. batter on a pitch that was pretty clearly high enough to be a ball, and amid all our shouts of "Are you blind?" and "That wasn't a strike, stupid!", an 8-year-old behind me shouted out, "Why do you hate America?" Snort.
babbled by Kat @ 9:29:00 PM |
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