Back to Reality

The fact that I missed the Wings home opener didn't even phase me last night. I was actually quite relieved that I wasn't working because ushering while my allergies are acting up is the worst thing in the world. And it's even better that they lost. That team is going to go through some growing pains with the big names gone and retired, but it's all right, they'll bounce back. In the meantime we have Colorado and Philadelphia to cheer for - and you can add some Phoenix and St. Louis too, but only because I like the goalies there, not because I like the team. Hello, I'm from Detroit, you actually think I'd consider myself a Blues fan? Ha. Hahaha.

I don't like the Yankees. I don't like the Yankees for many of the same reasons hockey fans don't like the Wings. I especially don't like ESPN. In fact, nationally televised games are horrid events. I even hate it more when game times get changed because networks can't realize that sometimes, it should be more about the game than the ratings. The Tigers haven't been in the playoffs in 19 years - and they are playing the powerhouse Yankees. That's good baseball no matter how you look at it. Sometimes, particularly in October, the story should be just as important as the game. The history and the passion of baseball should overrule the capitalism of it all. And most importantly, all weekend games should be played in the evenings, especially when I have a ticket to one of those games. But no, instead I get to miss half of it because the main museum re-opened and now I don't get out of work until after 5:00. I have a great job and am in a great position, but I still get bitter sometimes. You'd think by now I'd have learn to deal with the weekend thing....*sigh*

The bitterness won't end with just the weekends. My pending additional hours will come in the evenings and weeks such as this where I've enjoyed every part of it -despite my lack of feeling well - will cease to exist. Every now and then I get glimpses of what it might be like eventually and how I can't wait for it to happen and wonder how it will work out since there really isn't a happy medium. Then I'm forced back from hopeful dreaming and have to return yander. I know that someday it might work itself out, that we won't have to deal with this anymore, but in the meantime, it just really sucks. And I need to get some Robitussin, stat.

Word to the wise: When in doubt, always buy the name brand Claritin. I think it works above and beyond compared to some store brands. And it's much easier to open.