
This recent road trip to Chicago really has made me appreciate our boys in the MLB. If someone were keeping score, our recent 3 night stay would've read Chicago 3, Quincy 0. We hung around and made it interesting for a while, but in the end we were out gunned. Too much firepower in the Chicago lineup.
Since returning back to Quincy, I've been a mess. I can't seem to get back to Quincy time. I'm tired when I get home from work, but can't go to sleep until after 11:00pm. Maybe it's the Bud Light slowly flushing out of my system. Or maybe just the depressing weather that chased us back from Chicago. I'm not sure.
We had a softball game on Tuesday. Thought I'd be fine for it. But it didn't go so well. I could barely hit the ball out of the infield. I was breathing heavy when trotting to/from left field in between innings. I heard an orchestra of snaps, crackles and pops the first time I made a throw from the field. It was wasn't good.
The first time I ate a home cooked meal, my system went into shock. I quickly grabbed the
Men's Health that accompanied me out to Chicago and headed to my "office" to read it for the third time. And right now I have a sore throat, possibly caused by the gallons of alcohol that poured down it. Think of the Geronimo slide at Water Country, only my throat is the slide and instead of water, it's beer.
As bad as my physical condition is, my financial condition is worse. I have zero money and tons of bills. My car showed "O" miles left in the tank, with the needle below E. I put in my last $20 so I could get to work. It's gonna take some tricky accounting to make it to the next paycheck.
To recap, after a 3 night stay in Chicago my car, my bank account, and my body are literally running on fumes. There are 162 games in a baseball season. As much as it was a childhood dream, I'm very glad that I am not a professional baseball player.