I need a distraction
It's just four games into the 2005 baseball campaign, and I already need a distraction from these Cubs.
I need my boss to tell me I'm not performing well enough at my current job, and then demote me to the sixth or seventh floor where I won't be getting the love or respect I think I deserve.
I need to direct all my attention to two guys who really have no say in what I do, but talk bad things about me from time to time. I need to find them, threaten them, and tell them that I need positive support or else I'll probably fail.
I need to negotiate with people outside the company. I need to broker a huge deal that would be a momentous victory for the people who work in my building. Then, as I get within moments of achieving a signature, I need some jerk to step in, attempt to "save" the deal, only to watch my near-victory walk through the door with pen in hand and contract in waste basket.
I need to stop thinking about the Cubs.
For just a little while, maybe for a day or two, I need to not feel disgusted by the antics from last season that are trying so hard to repeat themselves. I need to pretend that baseball games actually end after the 8th inning. I'll just turn my TV off at that point, happy about yet another Cubs victory.
No, worse than that, I need to watch these Cubs play. I need to see them win. I can't ignore them, even if they turn into a train wreck with Dusty driving the locomotive. In the end, I'm a helpless Cubs addict, with no free will to not experience a sick feeling in my stomach every day that I see the Cubs lose when they should've won.
But here, I at least know that I'm among peers. And at the end of the day, I have only one real comment on yesterday's game (that I haven't already expressed over at the Cub Fan Nation):
At least if this keeps up, we won't have to wait until the end of the year to see Dusty get fired. But it won't keep up. We'll just have to live with it.