West Coast trips suck. Although some would argue they are better than home stands. Especially recently.
This current excursion has lead me to a reality. I’m old. I can’t stay up to watch these games. Shit, I can’t even stay up to see the first pitch.
So what to do? I’m not a cry in my beer type of guy, so I altered my approach. For the last couple of days I have avoided any sport related media when I wake up. I get to work and dig in to whatever tasks I have to do, fire up my MLB.Com subscription, and “watch” the game as my schedule allows.
I know what you’re thinking. Must be nice to have a job where you can watch baseball for 3 or 4 hours. It’s not quite that easy my friends.
Watching games in this manner consists of listening to Gary and Keith mostly. It is nice to pull up the video during a critical at bat. When I have to leave my office, I pause the game and come back.
Some may feel this means I’m not a “real” fan. I respectfully disagree. In my eyes, it makes me a more efficient fan. I can fast forward through all of Jason Bay’s at bats.
