Posts Tagged ‘Northern California’

Is This Real Life?

February 24, 2012

Yes, yes it is. Finally. I’d rather be face down on my keyboard from lack of sleep, obsessively checking Twitter and stalking every journalist within 100 miles of here, but it is nice to have my normal routine back. Fresh laundry and a clean room for the first time in two weeks? No complaints. Besides, big girls don’t cry, right?

I miss being a part of the craziness of MLB Fan Cave. I really do. It was the most ridiculous, surprising two weeks of my life. But check out the list of things I’ve been able to do in the 24 hours since finding out my fate:

1. Laundry – I haven’t worn clean boxers since Valentine’s Day. I’ll let you decide if I’m kidding or not, ladies. Good luck.

2. Clean my room – Actually, I had become pretty good at just doing a standing long jump from my doorway to my bed every night. It was either that, or do backstroke through the mess.

3. Hit the gym – My body hates me. I haven’t seen the inside of a gym in weeks. Okay fine, months, but I couldn’t afford it until recently. Back off!

4. Talk to people – Yeah, you heard me. Just ask my pre-Fan Cave friends. Besides parents and co-workers, who I was forced to interact with (just kidding, I love you all), I spent the majority of my social life for the past two weeks either on Twitter or Tiny Chat, talking to the same 20 or so people all night. It was fantastic, but now I don’t have to feel like a dick for deserting everyone else I care about.

5. Take a real lunch break – For two weeks straight, I left the office at noon, took my hastily-made sandwich from the fridge, scarfed it, and sat back down at my computer by 12:03. Hey, 57 extra minutes to campaign!

There are many more I’m sure I’ll stumble over in the coming days, but that’s what I’ve noticed so far. Anyway, I wanted to briefly highlight another exceptionally positive impact the Fan Cave experience had on me.

Pure inspiration. I can’t remember the last time I was this motivated to lock myself in my room all weekend and work on my writing. But that’s literally all I want to do. Unless the weather stays this nice in Northern California…NO. I’m writing. Which also contradicts my 4th list item above. Shit. We’ll see.

But I really am absolutely driven right now to just write for days, and it feels great. I think getting that close to something so prolific that I never even dreamed of having a shot at made me realize that I can achieve everything I want to do. God that sentence was sappy. Anyone have wine to go with that cheese?

I mean it though. Doors are already starting to open. I’m now the Editor of the Dodgers baseball blog on FanvsFan.com. I’ve also accepted a position as a contributing writer for Lasorda’s Lair, another Dodger blog that supported me in my campaign. And, true story: Doug Glanville tweeted me today. Like, tweeted ME. Not a re-tweet or a response, he initiated twit-conversation. I can only imagine it was to offer me a job with ESPN, or perhaps as the next Commissioner of baseball.

By the way, keep an eye (or an ear) out. Myself, KP, Mapes, Brian, Angelo and Abby are creating a badass baseball podcast made up of snubbed Fan Cavers. And it’s going to be awesome. But the fact that it’s even a possibility is another example of how inspiring that whole experience was. I’m makin’ moves, people!

So today, I leave you with something else I’ve been missing over the last two weeks. Continuing my daily themes on Jam Shots! Let’s start fresh. Because I’m in a sing-along mood, here’s the Friday Song of the Week. I dig it – so glad that’s the number one song in the world right now!

Happy Manny is Back Day!

Hatin’ on Haters

February 17, 2012

Haters will love this blog. Because I’m going to absolutely tear them to shreds, one hateful limb at a time. And then when I’m done, and they are just a pile of dust, bones and coal at my feet, they will have so much new material to hate on that they won’t know what to do with themselves. I’m about to type the name that stirs things up like death eaters flocking to Voldemort: LeBron. James.

Earlier this week, LeBron was asked if he would ever consider returning to Cleveland before retiring. He said yes. Then, Jeremy Lin faded into the shadows, ESPN collectively pooped their pants and the world exploded. In that order. Forget the people hating on the rumor (which is just a whole new realm of hating I can’t even comprehend right now). Let’s talk about the fact that some analysts, fans and radio hosts were outraged at James even suggesting such an awful thing.

How dare he want to come back to the place he called home, to play for the fans he has always loved despite the new threads, for the franchise he essentially rescued from complete and utter destruction? What a selfish, no-good, ugly prick. Don’t you remember how he mercilessly ripped the Cav fans’ hearts out? And he did it in front of millions of people.

That’s like a girl breaking up with you in the middle of lunch in high school, standing on a table in the rally court and yelling through a megaphone about leaving you for the hotter, richer, more successful guy on the varsity team. Granted, it’s a shitty way to get dumped. But what Cleveland (said boy, or “you” in previous sentence), should have done is just cried, watched a few chick flicks, and gotten over it.

Instead they took the path that most do; talking endless crap about this slutty bitch who wasn’t even that good in bed anyway. It looked pathetic, it was pathetic, and it still is pathetic. But guess what? That entire city…no, the entire state got a half-chub just hearing LeBron answer yes to that question. If he were to sign with the Cavs after his time in Miami, the place would go bonkers. All is forgiven! All hail the return of the King!

LeBron was being honest when asked about returning to Cleveland. Yet he’s still wrong. What? It’s perfectly acceptable for him to carry a decrepit franchise for half a decade, bolt for bigger and brighter opportunities, have a successful career and then return to his roots to re-connect with the community that raised him. It’s kinda the circle of life in America.

I’ve grown up in a mid-sized town in Northern California my whole life. Then I went off to college in Washington. Now, I’m on my way to being the biggest, baddest blogger in the world. Nobody in Walnut Creek, CA is burning pictures of me or sending me death threats. And I will be the first to publicly admit that I’d love to come back to Northern California some day. After I’ve achieved all my goals and had some mad success in a big city somewhere.

Get off LeBron’s back. He’s always loved Cleveland, he always will, and some day he might even come home. You can either be the ex-boyfriend-turned-best-friend, or you can bitch and moan in his shadow forever, stealing glances at him like Gollum at Frodo.

By the way, The Decision? Raised over a million dollars for charity. Sorry haters, you just weren’t good enough for LeBron. He moved on. And when he allows you back into his graceful company, it will be your choice whether or not to forgive your sad, selfish qualms.

Long live the King. Make love, not war. And always wear a seat belt. Later haters.

 


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