The Next Day

Welcome to the next day, same as the last day. Life is repetition. We go through the same motions day after day after day. The days blend and bleed together to a point where we don’t even know what day it is.

This is why people need vacation and maybe I shouldn’t wait until Spring for a short little trip. Maybe we should do it now. Pick out a weekend and head somewhere. Give ourselves some breathing room. Break up the repetition.

One of my biggest problems is I’m a DC sports fan. For a short while that was starting to look up and then it took a very depressing turn. The only thing I really would like is for all my sports teams to win and never lose again, and I don’t think that is asking too much.

Yesterday was watching the Commanders, with their back-up QB, put up enough points to win but lose because the defense forgot that you’re supposed to stop the other team from scoring. They simply forgot the basics of the game. They played as if their job was to stand and point the way to the endzone for the opposing offense.

It’s more frustrating because they were supposed to be good this year, and now they’re back to normal DC sportsness. The baseball team also ended their season by getting bludgeoned in the last game of the season. So, that is more fun. You know they offered Jesus a way off the cross. It was to be a DC sports fan, but he told them, “No, I’d rather stay here.”

That is how it goes to be a DC sports fan. It is endless suffering with small glimpses of hope followed by more suffering, and the hope makes the suffering worse. Think about the baseball team. In 2019 they won the World Series and then to balance that out covid hit. Baseball was delayed and then played in empty stadiums. The team and the fans never got their victory lap, and before you knew it the team was in full fire sale mode and all the players that helped win the World Series were gone.

That is what it is to be a DC sports fan. Finally get the ultimate prize but never get to enjoy it. It is the epitome of suffering. And the worst thing is next Sunday I’m going to park my butt in front of the TV and watch those losers lose again.