Friday Night: Giants vs. Dodgers

OK, I know there's is so much for me to catch up on. Let's just start with last night and see how far I'm willing to go back.

I possessed this sense of dread all week that this last Friday night rivalry game of the season was going to be just insane. After the weekend's emotional roller coaster and the continued state of work euphoria/exhaustion, I knew I needed to just let go. I warned my friends they may hear from late friday night/saturday morning with a call for a ride or bail money. My last Giants game escape feels like it was nearly a month ago. My friends did seem a bit concerned that I may live up to a rather ignominious reputation that follows me into the ballpark.

I came in emotionally high but free of any controlled substance, including beer. I couldn't wait to see the 138 gang. Gina immediately was given the story of the past few days and I refused to sit still and focus on much of the game. The first few innings are a blur. Once my emotions settled and the game reformed before me... the bittersweetness of the past month was converted into hatred for Dodger fans.

However, it was a fisticuff-free night. I remained sober. The score went back & forth. And a new hero emerged in the night. Dan Ortmeier hit a walk-off home run to cement his name into Giants/Dodgers rivalry lore. "Beat LA" chants echoed throughout the downtown streets ending a 12 game losing streak to the Dodgers at home. (and as I type this, Schierholtz tripled in a run).

Though I probably would be better served to attend my friend's son's first birthday party today, I really need today to catch up on me... get a blog entry in and a few papers graded, especially since the gradebooks are online now, which provides parents with instant access to inquire about their kids.

Time to refocus...
I shall return...
to reveal thoughts on former students marrying, TFC commercials, and family bonds...