I’ve just been very down lately – a few days ago I had a depression that just wouldn’t shake. Really unusual for me as I am normally a fairly happy person…I don’t know if it was remembering 9/11, or the weird illness I had over the past week (get this, hand, foot and mouth disease…yeah…I felt absolutely bovine), or considering the news of the CIA torture spas for terrorist suspects (just because they do it, we can too!), or whatever…but I’ve been coming out of this depression slowly…feeling a little better…until today.
Then this.
I love my team – but the yahoos who are running the Diamondbacks are taking away it’s (albiet shortlived) past – changing the uniform colors next year. And now Gonzo…my guy…from day one, I have truly liked this guy (I remember the first year the Diamondbacks played – that awful year when we lost over 100 games – I still cheered for him.) I felt a special bonding – silly really – when he had triplets just a few weeks before my first child was born. I knew the sleepless nights I was getting, Mr. & Mrs. Gonzo were getting as well (ok, maybe they had a live-in nanny, but that’s not the point). I’ve heard that Luis G. is a really, really nice guy too.
I feel that depression coming back…I think I’ll go watch reruns of game 7 of the world series again…
…out.
