I write this

I write this because I need to write this, not because I want to write this. If I don’t write this, I don’t think I will be able to get over the pain that I have just went through. I write this because talking to friends will not help. I write this to try to make sense of the horror I just witnessed. I write this to try to justify my emotional attachment to a little game and a team. If you are not a sports fan, then you will think this is silly but if you’re reading this, you are most likely a sports fan.

Heck, if you’re reading this, you probably know me because a road out in the middle of nowhere gets more traffic than my blog. So, I think everyone who reads this will understand.

Last night the Rangers were a strike away on two different occasions and they just couldn’t do it. Josh Hamilton hit a two run home run in the 10th and they still couldn’t do it. It’s safe to say that last night was horrible, but I still had a little bit of hope. After all there was still a game seven, so even though I felt horrible I didn’t feel like it was over. Well, it’s over now and I can honestly say I want last night back. Last night was freaking amazing, the Rangers still had a chance to win the World Series! That chance is gone, at least ‘til next season. However, the likelihood of going to three World Series in a row cannot be good, so I feel like this might be it for a while. Maybe my mind will change on that, but not right now.

I didn’t watch the last two innings. I just sat on my porch and thought about why I was so depressed and dejected. And, even though I thought the answer was a simple, “The Rangers lost in the World Series.” It’s much deeper than that. I’m depressed because I was counting on the Rangers to make my life better, to make all this stress of the real world go away. At least for a few days I could forget about it all and celebrate something I have wanted to see my whole life. But, that didn’t happen and now I am back in the real world and it sucks.

It shouldn’t suck, though. I shouldn’t depend on some sports team to make my life happier. Sports are here as a bonus in life, not a lifeline. So, this winter I plan to make my life better. I plan to live. And, I plan to root for the home team when the calendar hits April 2012.

Randy Galloway

Roses are red and violets are blue
No one is better at spewing shit than you
You watch a few playoff baseball games and consider yourself an expert
But we all know where your heart lies with the big star on your sweatshirt
You are actually a sports writer, how did you get so lucky?
When the stuff you write is so sucky.

Violets are blue and roses are red
My mind still can’t get over the insane stuff you said
Reading your articles is such a beating
Hating on our star pitcher
But do you remember what he did all season?
No you probably don’t since you didn’t watch
You were prepping for Cowboy season and drinking scotch
I don’t care what you have to say
Fuck off, Randy Galloway.