Now that it’s over, I can safely say that the whole baseball postseason this year was pretty boring. The only series that I found interesting were the Indians-Yankees and Indians-Red Sox. Not coincidentally, those were also the two series that weren’t sweeps. Unless it’s your team winning, sweeps are boring. There’s no mystery, there’s no magic, and by the time game four rolls around, the losing team has pretty much given up any hope of actually winning the series and are playing just for pride. Which apparently isn’t as motivating. There are 7 postseason series each year; this year, five of them were sweeps. In the last four years, the World Series has gone like this: sweep, sweep, 5 games, sweep.
B-o-r-i-n-g.
As a side note, I also love that ARod and his agent chose yesterday — in the middle of game 4 — to announce that he would not exercise his option with the Yankees. And by “love,” I mean “hate.” What an a-hole thing to do.
I am super sore today after yesterday’s half marathon. My hips, and left hip in particular, seem to have taken the worst of the beating. It was a little uncomfortable to even lay on my left side in bed last night — unfortunate since lying in bed and watching the last inning of the World Series required laying on my left side. I gutted it out 😉 but turned the TV off after only a couple minutes of the celebration. I fell asleep instantly, exhausted from getting up so early and not having gotten a nap during the afternoon.
I realized yesterday afternoon while getting a haircut — I was daydreaming while the woman took tons of time blow-drying my hair, which always looks great, so it’s a pity I don’t ever have the time or patience to do it myself — that though I signed up for the 25K on November 11, I am now going to be out of town that weekend. I’m less concerned about losing the money and more concerned about when to reschedule a 15 mile run. I’m heading to Seattle to visit my sister and see her new house, and I really don’t want to have to worry about a 15 mile run while I’m on vacation, so the best option seems to be to push the 15-miler back one week and just do it on my own. Less fun that way, and I’ll miss getting to see everybody at the race, but at least I won’t have to do all the loops of Memorial Drive!
Yesterday afternoon, I found myself at the airport that Jose flies from after he finished a short hour of takeoff and landing practice with his instructor. He’s getting very close to taking his final checkride, but with the shuttle mission going on and him working the night shift, he was hesitant to tackle anything new in his sleep-deprived state. Instead, he flew just for some practice. When I drove up, I found him lying in his car watching the planes. He looked so happy that I couldn’t help but smile. I joined him and we stood on the edge of the taxiway and watched for almost another hour as planes took off and landed in a sizable gusty crosswind. It was windy, but absolutely gorgeous otherwise. This kind of weather is what makes Houston bearable — it is so outrageously beautiful outside that it’s easy to overlook the fact that you just suffered through six months of hot, humid summer.
