April 27 - West Coast Baseball
The alarm sounds again, way too early. It almost feels as though I never went to sleep.
I sit bleary-eyed, staring at my screen at work. Every hour of the day feels more like three or four.
No, I don’t have kids, and I’m not an insomniac.
I’ve developed an unhealthy addiction to West Coast baseball.
I grew up watching the Braves on TBS and the Cubs on WGN. I knew very little of the West Coast teams,
except for the times when either of those teams ventured west, and even then, I never saw all of the
games. When the Angels played the Red Sox in the ALCS in 1986, it was akin to watching the Red Sox
play a minor league team. I look back now almost ashamed at my lack of knowledge of Bob Boone,
Brian Downing, Bobby Grich, and the like.
I purchased MLB Extra Innings this year, and I now find myself largely ignoring east coast games, or
simply flipping through them until the games start in the west. I think I’ve seen every Rockies, Padres,
Angels, and Giants game that has taken place this year.
I want so badly to turn off the television and go to bed. I want to sleep as though Clint Barmes never
existed. When my alarm rings in the morning, I want to be ready to face the day ahead, not cursing
Bruce Bochy for not pinch-hitting in the 7th down 4-3.
One of these days, I will break the curse. Eight hours of sleep will be the norm, not a luxury.
Wait, I think the Dodgers play the Diamondbacks later…