I'm rushing to class, but before I go out, I did want to say this.

My outlook before game 1 and my outlook now are two completely different things. I couldn't eat the entire day yesterday (until the 7th inning, at least), I wasn't paying any attention in class, and every time some Sox fan said something like "sweep!" I'd fire back "yeah, that's gonna suck for you, isn't it?" Being that on edge sucks.

Then I remembered. This is a game I didn't even like two years ago. I don't support the Angels because they're the good guys fighting crime and saving the world, I support them because they're from LA, easy to like, and generally fun to watch. There are 162 games in a year, I watch 150 of them, and I really can't get bent out of shape over a single game, as important as it might be. There's a short fence separating fandom from insanity, and I've been well over the fence for a couple weeks now. I'm taking this time to step back, try and forget everything I know about OBP, 2-0 counts, "gyroballs," and LHP/RHP splits. I'm going to try and watch this the way I watched the 2002 postseason: slightly bemused and entertained, rather than stressed out and borderline insane.

It's baseball. Not life.

<<-stepping away from the edge