Things I did this morning:
*Burned my fingers getting a bagel out of the toaster
*Drank black coffee and bounced off the walls on caffeine
*Went through five possible nail polish colors before deciding not to paint my nails at all
*Straightened my hair (which I have only done twice since a fateful November 1st, I might add)
I was jittery. Really jittery. You know how it is when you are about to meet up with a friend or family member who you haven’t seen in a while and suddenly you’re not sure if maybe you’ve grown apart? Yeah, you’ve talked on the phone and emailed back and forth… but what if they just don’t like you and you don’t like them? Especially if you’ve parted on odd terms. That’s how I was with the Giants this morning. My beautiful beat writers and Twitter buddies have kept me updated and in the loop, but I was still irrationally jittery this morning. Hence all the odd behaviors explained above. And then, how it always is, the game came on and after one awkward second it was like no time at all had passed. We hugged and chatted and braided each other’s hair and my burnt fingers stopped hurting. My Giants and I have a great relationship, like that.
Jon Miller and Dave Flemming made me smile for three hours straight with their long-sleeved Aloha shirts and “the main thing about Spring Training is figuring out who the hell that is” and despite Timmy’s, ahem, rough start the team looks pretty darn good to me. And they won, which would kind of rock except for the fact that we appear to be in for Torture 2.0.
I would just like to add that the Moonlight Sonata is in a new KNBR ad about the Giants. The Moonlight Sonata. I love it, but it’s sort of my depressed-teen-girl piece. Not something I’d want in a triumphant baseball team ad. That is all.
p.s. Breaking news: the Phillies are officially and undeniably the best team in the history of Major League Baseball! They beat up on the Florida State University Seminoles, 8-0. Official and undeniable.