from the bottom of this cub fan’s broken heart
i kept having to get up and leave the room while watching the cubs get trampled, and i don’t even care about baseball. i did think about sarah and that poor adorable woman with the bright orange hair and white cap who the cameras kept bouncing back to for reaction shots. at the end of the game, she cried.
yesterday was all heartbreak, wasn’t it? the ferry accident, after which the captain slit his writs and shot himself twice but didn’t manage to kill himself; the bomb in gaza which killed 3 american diplomats seeking palestianian student to whom to award fulbright grants.
well, i had a good day. not to be contrary. but after all, i woke up on the hardwood floor of my boyfriend’s new unfurnished apartment. that’s such a very bohemian start to things. later i enjoyed an autumnal dog walk (i’ve had few of those since sheba died), a dinner with friends, and an exciting sox/yankees game to tie the series again.
mom says, You know so much about baseball all of a sudden!
i say, I read about it on the internet.