Tigers vs. Yankees...or sunsets?
The Tigers and Yankees game is on and I've decided only to watch when Granderson is at the plate so that I might better enjoy the sun setting. If both Honolulu and Brooklyn taught me one thing it's that I'm not the sports fan that I thought I might be. When there are other fairly glorious options I tend to pick those...sunsets, thunder storms, etc... I'm embarrassed to admit it, and both Aim and Kev would kill me...Joe and Rosie too, but it's the truth. If I lived in Waikiki I don't know if I'd ever watch sports.
At least now I know that I don't need some kind of intervention. I think more about my next tattoo than I do about the whether Magglio will be back next year...Don't get me wrong, I love me some Maggs, and I'll admit that 10.5 games out of first place is a lot easier to forget about than a 2 game lead, but still, my mind isn't as one track as I thought. I still loves them Tigers but I've discovered that if I don't have 'em I can actually still breathe, sometimes with more vigor.
I really should be unpacking, but there's not much time between sunset checks and Granderson updates.