The swing of a baseball bat is an absolute thing of beauty. The way the batter steps up to the plate, adjusts his front leg then his back. The way the hands are wrapped tightly around the the bat hinting that it just may weigh about as much as a tootpick in the right pair of hands. The bringing up of the elbows so the bat is held just so, right near the shoulder the furthest away from the pitcher, playing hide and go seek behind the batters head with the ball. Then when the ball is almost at the plate the shifting of weight from front to back, the transfer of power as the bat makes contact and the ball begins it's sail over the pitchers mound and hopefully out of the park. Lastly following through seemingly pointing in the direction the ball will travel. Then discarded as the batter trots around the bases, picked up by the bat boy and put away until the next time.

Baseball is a wonderful sport. This year's post season is how it should be. Yankees vs. Red Sox, Marlins vs. Cubs. Two teams with players that making hitting a 90mph fast ball as beautiful as a painting by Degas.

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Feeling a little off kilter today. Started this morning when I overslept and ended up running out of the house with only 20 minutes to spare on the ride to work. Things went down hill from there. I had intended on catching up on some basic paperwork today. Yeah, that idea busted a move out the window when boss #1 called at 9:30 a.m. and asked me to do a report for boss #3. Sigh. Said report took me freaking 3 bloody hours. I finally got to the Mt. Saint Helens of paperwork in my inbox around 3:30 this afternoon. Hopefully I'll be able to get something done tomorrow. I say that now but all it takes is one phone call and I could be behind for days.

I think part of the reason for my funk stems from the conversation I had with Deb Saturday night. She finally made it back to the East Coast around Thursday last week and then drove from Virginia to her dad's house here at the home base. We got together after my hockey game and had a camp fire behind her dad's shed, just like when we were in high school. We were catching up with each other on things that have happened over the last year or so and she asked me if I was dating anyone. I gave her the low down on my online dating experience (maybe I'll do it again but not anytime soon) and lack of dating life in general. Unless you count
Bob I haven't been out on any real dates since this past spring. Sigh. Deb asked me why. I said I don't know, I guess I haven't really been trying. Which is a big part of it. I don't want to try because I don't want to get hurt. It's a vicious cycle. The she asked me if I wanted to get married at some point (not to her...get your minds out of the gutter). I honestly didn't know how to answer that. Sure, it would be nice to eventually get into a long term relationship (which for me is anything longer than three months). It gets awfully cold sleeping alone at night all the time. But I like my freedom. I like the fact that I can take off and go away when I want to. I like the idea of changing my plans at the last minute and only having to worry about myself when I do it.

We talked a little more about it and the more we talked the more I thought I sounded like a selfish little brat. Maybe I am, but Deb put it well when she said it sounded more to her like I was being selfless. Doing all the things I want to do now before I get tied down and regret not doing them. Like my mother. I love my mother but I do not want to be like her. No way Jose.

Sorry for my long rant tonight. Just have lots of things rattling around in my brain today.

Good night everyone. Sleep tight and have good dreams.