I was lying on one of those wonderfully comfy chaise lounges in the Relaxation room at The Sonoma Lodge & Spa a weekend ago in a big ol’ bathrobe thumbing through my commemorative San Francisco Giants section of the Sunday Chronicle. I hadn't had the appropriate amount of down time to savor the articles and photos that had been sitting patiently on my bedroom floor for a week. So what else was I supposed to do at a Spa other than read past stories on games that were huge turning points during the Giants season and the parade recap that captured the heart of San Francisco and the Bay Area. No phone, no blackberry, just me and the Chronicle, buried in an oversized piece of furniture reminiscing about some amazing baseball moments! Totally in heaven………
Ok, so maybe you've picked up on it. I MISS MY TEAM!!!!! It’s only been three weeks since the Giants won the World Series, but it feels like it was eons ago. I’ve been slowly getting back into the routine of the off season, aka - reality. I realize how absurd this may sound. I miss a team of human beings that I don’t even know. Sure, I know their batting averages, what team cap they might have worn the previous game, inside information about where a certain "freak" pitcher was getting his drink on the night before, but I hardly have any personal insight to these guys. But, never the less, I miss them. I can’t help it, what a great season we had and it seemed like the post season just swept right through like an orange and black tornado and spit us out once it ended; not knowing where we were or what to do next – completely disheveled and confused.
I walk down the hallway at my 9-5 and see my friend Ed and say "I miss the Giants....," he replies, "I know, I don't know what to do with myself." Oh good, there's another wacko out there that has the same sentiment; I'm not completely alone in my dark abyss. Even my friends that were caught up during the post season feeling confused when 4:57 rolls around and we don't have plans to scamper off to the nearest bar to set up camp for a few hours and watch World Series baseball. It's a debacle I've never found myself in as a Giants fan. I guess I should ask a few Yankees fans what their advice is during the off season since they're seasoned veterans of the post season blues (no pun intended.)
As the days get colder and a bit rainier, I've decided to use the time I have to shed some of the post season weight that crept up on me. I mean, what do you expect when you're going to bars or restaurants almost everyday and drinking and eating bad food? My friend and I call it the Giants 15. We've decided that since we don’t have to plan our schedules around those guys in the orange and black that we're gonna focus on getting healthier and lose weight in time for Spring Training! Oh, wait, that has to do with baseball too. Well, whatever, it's a good goal to work towards and we're determined.
Also, I'll keep busy entertaining you followers of Urban Baseball Chick. I've got some things up my sleeve that should be of interest to you. Maybe a story about finding an old high school friend working for the Giants the second season I returned to work for the team. Possibly stories from old Spring Training trips ( I said possibly because, well, it's spring training aka spring train wreck.) Hopefully interviews with people in the game (cross your fingers!!) Or maybe I'll go "Urban" on your ass and talk about San Francisco and the haunts I like to visit and about my other life in San Francisco's music scene. Actually, that's probably a whole other blog. Whatever the case or blog may be, I hope you'll keep reading and pass along to friends, Giants fans or baseball fans in general.
Happy Turkey Day and GO GIANTS!
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