Day: October 12, 2016

Is it a sign??

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There is a god after all: The Chicago Cubs rally in the 9th inning to take the series and eliminate the San Francisco Giants from the playoffs in an even-numbered year

I think this might actually be something close to resembling a sign.  The Cubs, the franchise most known for curses, hexes, goats and Steve Bartmans, somehow stand strong to defy and overcome one of the worst curses in the modern baseball era: the Giants’ even-year World Series Win Curse.

Seriously, if there’s anything my six readers might have picked up on by now is that sometimes I’ll deliberately expend the effort and put down words about things that I pretty much chalk up as WILL happen, solely for nothing but the teasing and testing of the fates, in hopes of proving me wrong.  Sure, there’s nothing I like more than being proven right, but for the sake of some things like preventing the Giants from winning yet another World Series, I’ll gladly take one on the chin just to see the city of San Francisco denied.

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The perpetual uphill plight of the brogger

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Morning #1 back from Korea; I’ve taken the rest of the week off to help me get over jet lag, and the fact that on top of Europe, on top of Korea, there’s one last weekend trip to Florida for the Disney trip that has happened every single year for the last few, for the Food and Wine Festival. 

I stayed up for nearly 30 hours with hopes of counteracting the going-back-in-time nature of going East to West, and that when I did sleep, it would be a nice snooze-fest culminating with me waking up feeling refreshed and closer to beating the jetlag than succumbing to it.  Instead, I woke up in the middle of the night once, managed to fall back asleep, until the landscapers at mythical gf’s complex decided to roll in at like 7:00 am and get to work, waking me up feeling groggy and a little cranky, although I am relieved to be back in Georgia after such a long trip still.

So, with a little bit of breakfast and my first good cup of coffee in a long while, I’m sitting here trying to figure out what to do next with myself.  Do I try to write about Korea?  Do I edit photos?  Which ones?  Europe, or Korea?  I can’t edit photos on this raptop; I don’t have my old baller work raptop to do that on anymore, so I can only edit on my PC at home.  But I’ve also got nearly 2,000 photos over two trips, and I haven’t touched a single one.  What about the list of thoughts and observations that served as the mental list of things to write about once I got back?  God damn the list is really fucking long.  Do I write about Worlds?  Virginia Tech’s annual delving into the National rankings before they fall out again?  The Cubs taking out the Giants?  The obvious ambiguity of the Miami coroner not revealing Jose Fernandez’s toxicology reports?

Here’s the thing though: not a single one of these things that I feel like I need to do, are things that I’m required to do.  Nobody reads my brog; it’s down, still, and I’m beyond my wits end with that fact.  I can’t even read my own brog.  So why do I feel like I should spend so much of my time brogging?  I mean, that’s what I do, I write in my spare time because that’s what I’ve always done, and although I might not appreciate it at the current, I know I’d appreciate it all later, because I’ve been chronicling my life and thoughts for the better part of the last 17 years or so.

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