So I’ve stayed up to watch the World Series since Game 3 and it was the first time that I ever really got into a sport (as an adult). I mean there were high school football games (which ended for me 10 years ago OMG) and I used to be into basketball as a young blossoming tomboy, but something about the Phillies against the Yankees kind of hit home with me. Probably because I feel as though I am of both. And have been torn between both…that is, if you replaced Phillies with whoever is the Virginia pro baseball team. See, this is how much I know about the sport. I consider the Phillies as my home team, and well, you don’t need me to explain the significance of the Yankees, but it was all just very funny to find myself yelling at the TV, clapping and cheering when the Phillies scored or struck someone out, and making comments out loud like I knew what I was talking about. Luckily the only person who was around to witness these motions was my dear husband who quite frankly, doesn’t have an opinion on any of it. It took a few tries to convince him to even let me turn the game on (hence the reason I didn’t join in until Game 3) but I think he totally started to enjoy it. But then again he’s been sick and can’t talk much without having a coughing fit so maybe that’s why he gave up on trying to convince me otherwise. Imagine that. A wife trying to convince her husband to watch sports. Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around? Of course not. Because WE are not a cliché!

Ah, spectator games. I never thought you’d get me. But this time you win. Even though my team didn’t.

Damn Yankees.