the yankees lost yesterday, and won’t be going on to the alcs. mwa ha ha. i am so pleased.
i know, i know, who am i to hate the yankees for constantly winning and never giving anyone else a chance when i’m a fan of the braves, the team that’s won 11 straight division titles? well, for starters, the yankees keep on beating my braves when it counts, like in the world series.
but i dunno, i just don’t like them. i don’t like steinbrenner. they’re just the big bad yankees, and they annoy me. they have no heart! they’re like robots on a permanent mission to win the world series, methodically crushing everybody else underfoot. it’s just nice to see a wrench thrown in their gears. and the angels seem like a nice little team.
it’s funny, my opinions of baseball teams are so based on just a gut feeling about them. yankees = mean. oakland = heart. braves = lovably persistant.
yesterday i took a mental health day, and it was lovely. i barely talked to anyone, and left my apartment only to get the newspaper and then later to get the mail. instead, i stayed in. i cooked taboule (a lebanese salad) and made egg salad for my sandwiches this week. i watched lots of baseball, especially the braves game, and the end of the yankees-angels game. i balanced my checkbook, made myself a budget and finally figured out exactly how much money i have (or, as the case turned out to be, don’t have). i painted my fingernails and toenails, i watched movies, i listened to the radio. and i danced in my living room like no one was watching because, well…no one was watching.
mental health days are nice things.
