I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.
Well, actually, I did laundry. Apparently I haven't done it since the postseason started, and maybe even before that. It took me three hours. I also went through my e-mails. I had 457 unread e-mails. I turned my phone on and listened to my voicemails and read my texts. 8 voicemails asking where I was. 11 texts, some even about baseball. I had one from my father saying "Pitching wins games," and "smallball is how you play."
Yeah Dad, a lot of things win games. In his defense, he grew up in the Whiteyball Era, so these things make sense to him. He doesn't understand the difference between this team and the Whiteyball team is about 3-5 seconds to first (perhaps an exaggeration).
I have been doing a lot of thinking lately, especially since there is no baseball to focus my attention to. Yes, I will have hockey, which, if you are a fan, the Blues have been doing really well lately. No Bradford on the Rams makes that depressing, but I will power through the season like a champ. But mostly, I have been thinking. I have been reflecting on the season and how fun it was, looking forward to next season and how fun I think it will be, but also, I have been thinking about losing.
Winning the World Series is tough, everyone. Losing it is ever tougher. If losing didn't hurt so much, then really, what makes winning so great? Sometimes, we have to lose, so we can appreciate winning, which I must admit, I had taken for granted a little bit. I needed a reality check. It was cold and bitter, but it did the trick.
They never said it would be easy. If it was, well, that wouldn't be any fun at all.
I see I have finally reached my word count. Here are some links: