Why I love October...

One word… BASEBALL!


I have been a fan of the game since birth. Baseball is in me, it is in my blood. I know that makes me sound like a stark raving lunatic, and some might argue that I am just that lunatic but only someone with a similar love can know what I mean, it can’t be explained.


Last night, amongst the drunken bowling masses, I caught the last inning of NLCS Game 7. Now I am no fan of the Cards and have never claimed to be one. My allegiances have and always will lie with the Angels. But I have found myself routing for St. Louis, firstly because three of the prominent members of their starting lineup are former Angels and secondly because I know someone that is a huge fan.


When the final pitch hit the catchers glove for the series ending strike three I found my self yelling and pumping my fist, as I am known to do. I sent a quick “WS FUCK YEAH!” text message to this fan friend of mine. I got a response back almost immediately which was no surprise to me but it was the message that got me thinking. All that was sent back was “There are no words.” Hahahaha, this is funny to me. I have been there. At that exact moment and there are no words to describe that feeling.


For me it was 2002 and the Cinderella Angels went all the way. I was a complete wreck for nearly 2 months leading up to that World Series victory. My boss would joke with me that he was watching the games just to see what my mood would be like the next day. If they lost I was going to be a complete snatch to everyone and if the won I was equally difficult to be around because I was going around saying “IN YOUR FACE” hahaha Damnit, I wish I could come up with something slightly more clever than that but hey whatever. I hung on every pitch; to me it was that everything was riding on that victory. Once that final out was recorded there was just a huge release of tension and complete elation. The team that I had spent my entire life watching, loving and being completely frustrated by, had won. They took home the trophy and got their rings wrapped in millions but I took home a sense of pride. Even writing that seems retarded to me, but it is true. I felt proud, proud to be a fan, to have been part of that experience after YEARS of coming up short, sometimes REALLY short!


She was right, there are no words for the feeling you get at that moment but I know exactly what she meant by that statement. For anyone else out there that has a love for a sports team, one that has lasted a lifetime. I hope you have the opportunity to see your team win, to have that feeling that you can’t put into words.

The Way I See It #121

People tell me that I drink too much coffee. I say, how much is too much, and where would you go to reference such a mythical number. I need proof people! I will not stand for this!


Can I help it if the ever so courteous staff at my local Starbucks knows me by name? Is it my fault that they know exactly what I order? It is a very well oiled system that we have worked out that involves very little communication in that most critical point in the morning.


I was discussing this with someone tonight and they asked me to tally up how much this coffee love of mine costs me so I did. Now granted there are items on the Starbucks menu that can be pricy but I do not order such items. I am a coffee girl, regular coffee.


So... Here is what I worked out...


I visit this place of worship everyday, however lately it has been twice a day. I order a Venti mild drip coffee, which due to a recent price increase (I was not pleased) comes to $1.85. I would say that roughly 1/3 of my trips involve me camping for a bit to read the paper or something of that nature. On these trips I will get a refill of this Venti cup at $0.50 (This is where you see real savings so I say get the refill.) Using the standard 30 day month as a guide we could say that I make 60 trips to Starbucks a month, one third of which would include a second cup of coffee. This comes to 80 cups. So… 60 cups at $1.85 and 20 cups at $0.50 comes to: "HOLY FUCKING HELL I SPEND THAT MUCH!" if I am not mistaken.


Check my math.


It is coffee that makes me even remotely human in the morning. So whatever the cost I feel it is worth it... and so do my coworkers.