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I feel like such a traitor. I do.
I've betrayed something that's been an important part of my life a very long time. It was a sin of convenience that I can't explain any other way.
What gives?
I watched a Cleveland Indians game tonight. All nine innings. And I rooted for them to beat the piss-ant Devil Rays.
Why is this important? In the grand scheme of things, it's not, I suppose. No children will go hungry because of this. But, since the day I was old enough to sit up, I've been a fan of the Cincinnati Reds. How is this possible? My grandma Hummel watched EVERY Reds game, and every time we went to visit, we watched together. She explained to me all the rules, how to keep score and everything. The alliance began. The 1990 Reds (the ones who swept Canseco and McGwire and the As in the series) was like the greatest thing in my young life by that point. In 1995, I kept an ear bud in one ear on the playoff games while I played viola in the pit orchestra for the Muncie Civic Sound of Music. They swept the Dodgers but then lost to the Braves in the ALCS. In 1999, my freshman year roommate and I watched the play-in game between the Reds and the Mets for the Wild Card. We screamed at the TV when the Mets went ahead, and the Reds never came back.
This evening, I ignored my life-long alliances because I was hungry for some baseball. I needed to watch some baseball. In the month I've been in Akron, I haven't watched a baseball game, mostly because the Reds weren't on TV. Tonight, I saw in the listings that the Indians were on. I broke down to the temptation.
And you know what? I liked it. I really enjoyed watching a team and rooting for them tonight.
The Indians are a dynamic team. They have a solid lineup from 1-9 and some decent pitching. They're tied for the AL wild card lead. If they win, the Yankees don't make the playoffs, which is another reason to like them.
I'm thinking I'm going to try them as a secondary team of convenience. The Reds, like every year, blow hard this season. The Indians are on every night, and NEVER are blacked out. Don't get carried away... I haven't bought a hat or a shirt or anything. And I've never followed an American League team, so the DH will take some getting used to.
The Indians are like... my baseball mistress while I'm away from the Reds. If I move to another different market, I'll probably get another baseball mistress.
I have no morals.
I've betrayed something that's been an important part of my life a very long time. It was a sin of convenience that I can't explain any other way.
What gives?
I watched a Cleveland Indians game tonight. All nine innings. And I rooted for them to beat the piss-ant Devil Rays.
Why is this important? In the grand scheme of things, it's not, I suppose. No children will go hungry because of this. But, since the day I was old enough to sit up, I've been a fan of the Cincinnati Reds. How is this possible? My grandma Hummel watched EVERY Reds game, and every time we went to visit, we watched together. She explained to me all the rules, how to keep score and everything. The alliance began. The 1990 Reds (the ones who swept Canseco and McGwire and the As in the series) was like the greatest thing in my young life by that point. In 1995, I kept an ear bud in one ear on the playoff games while I played viola in the pit orchestra for the Muncie Civic Sound of Music. They swept the Dodgers but then lost to the Braves in the ALCS. In 1999, my freshman year roommate and I watched the play-in game between the Reds and the Mets for the Wild Card. We screamed at the TV when the Mets went ahead, and the Reds never came back.
This evening, I ignored my life-long alliances because I was hungry for some baseball. I needed to watch some baseball. In the month I've been in Akron, I haven't watched a baseball game, mostly because the Reds weren't on TV. Tonight, I saw in the listings that the Indians were on. I broke down to the temptation.
And you know what? I liked it. I really enjoyed watching a team and rooting for them tonight.
The Indians are a dynamic team. They have a solid lineup from 1-9 and some decent pitching. They're tied for the AL wild card lead. If they win, the Yankees don't make the playoffs, which is another reason to like them.
I'm thinking I'm going to try them as a secondary team of convenience. The Reds, like every year, blow hard this season. The Indians are on every night, and NEVER are blacked out. Don't get carried away... I haven't bought a hat or a shirt or anything. And I've never followed an American League team, so the DH will take some getting used to.
The Indians are like... my baseball mistress while I'm away from the Reds. If I move to another different market, I'll probably get another baseball mistress.
I have no morals.
Posted by Your Friendly Neighborhood DJ on August 25, 2005 10:51 PM | Permalink
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