I was reading a fascinating NY Times article about anxiety and finding myself vibrating with anxiety the more I read it. Maybe this isn’t ironic at all and makes perfect sense. Or maybe it’s October and that’s just how I’m wired to feel this time of year whether I’m reading about anxiety or dog biscuits.
I’ve never read anything about dog biscuits, but it just occurred to me as I read entirely too much about the upcoming post-season that I actually have no reason to worry whatsoever. I mean, yeah, when Game 1 of the Sox’ ALDS starts I’ll be clenching my fists so hard my hands will bleed and I may or may not punch some pillows, invent new swear word combos and curse every religion’s god, but when all is said and done, I have no reason to worry.
The Sox have a great team. If we can’t win a World Series with this team, you gotta give credit to the team that beats them and move on. I can’t think of a single “If only we had…” for this club. It’s worthy.
It’s a scientific fact that the Yankees are going to win it all. At least, that’s what’s supposed to happen. You pump enough money into a team (1.8 Billion since 2000 to be exact) and you’re eventually going to poop out some championships, even if Jesus is rooting against you. And as Matt said, if the Yankees don’t win, well then that’s just gloriously delicious gravy.
My team has won it all twice in the last five years. They’ve been competitive five times in the last six. Things are pretty great. I have friends who are Orioles fans and Mets fans. Trust me, things for me are pretty great. I can sit back and enjoy this team play and enjoy what happens.
It didn’t occur to me that I had the option of not worrying until just now.
What a novel idea.
