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Whoa

Man, I miss everything while surrounded by morons at work all day. (I know I’m being a judgmental bitch, but I stand by my characterization. Last week a girl didn’t know who Nelson Mandela was. Today two people were flabbergasted that snow impacted football games in Philly, Baltimore, and DC but not north Jersey or New England.) I had no idea that Roy Halladay announced his retirement until 7 PM. When I saw the Phils doing “thanks for the memories, Doc” on Instagram I assumed he’d signed somewhere else; it wasn’t until I checked Facebook that I saw one of my friends say he’d retired.

I’m shocked Doc retired. Not on a recent performance basis (obviously), but because I always assumed he’d be the guy who stuck around too long. Professional athletes have a special brand of delusion that makes sense given what a career in professional sports is like, but does tend to cause guys to hang on well past their primes. (Maybe that’s harder for pitchers to do than hitters, but still.) And when you think about the adjectives used to describe Doc (such as intense and focused) it makes him seem like a prime candidate for that delusion. Kudos to Doc for being more self-aware than I’d expected.

I’m also bummed that he retired as a Blue Jay, but I get it. Why shouldn’t Doc retire as a Blue Jay? Phillies fans will always have the perfect game, the NLDS no hitter, and “funner.”

Thanks for the memories, Roy, and best of luck in the future.

Until tomorrow.

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Hold Me

Oh my God, the end of Doctor Who shattered me. Shattered. I was bawling for the entire last segment. And I had to be careful, too, because for some dumb reason the only tissues I have in the house are Puffs Plus and I didn’t want to get the lotion in my eyes.

At least the Phillies and Orioles both won 🙂 But damn, the Phillies game was long. I mean, the Orioles game ended before the Phillies game did and that is just not a thing that happens.

I cannot stop thinking about Doctor Who. Amy and Rory aren’t even my favorite companions, but boy was I sad to see them go. (My favorite New Who companions, in order: Rose, Donna, Captain Jack Harkness, Amy and Rory, any random person who allied with the Doctor for an episode or two, Martha. I really hate Martha Jones.)

Until tomorrow.

Sniffle

If I ever wanted proof that I am a terrible, selfish person (not that I ever would, because I know how selfish and terrible I am), I need look no further than my reaction to the news that Jim Thome was traded to the Orioles.

I am not a happy camper about it, and I’ve had hours to deal with it. Thank God I read it this morning after all was said and done (and after hearing the rumors), rather than yesterday. Had I found out yesterday, it probably would’ve brought me to tears. (But that may have more to do with my current mental state than anything else. I noticed earlier that I’m in “an over-emotional way,” to quote a Matchbox Twenty song called “Kody” that I always liked. I’m pretty sure most people didn’t cry as much at Bridesmaids as I did this afternoon.)

Objectively, I get that an AL team is a much better fit for Thome. Signing him to an NL team this past offseason was a beautiful experiment that, let’s face it, failed horribly. His back kept him from playing in the field. He wasn’t particularly successful as a pinch hitter. But he can still be an everyday player on an AL team by virtue of the designated hitter. And the month of June proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that he still has something left in the tank. He can still contribute, he can continue to add to his home run total and put the cherry on top of his Hall of Fame career. Objectively, I get all of this and know that I should be happy for him.

But I’m not. Instead, I’m miserable that he was traded from my team. Forget how excited I was back when the Phillies signed Thome in November. He was one of the few bright spots in this season. He’s just such a great, lovable guy. Every post-game interview with him was a delight. And it was always a thrill to see him standing in the on-deck circle, waiting for his chance to pinch hit. Or during the nine game road trip in AL parks, when he gave the Phillies the only legitimate clean-up hitter they’d had all season.

So yeah, I’m a terrible, selfish person and I wish the Phillies hadn’t traded Jim Thome away. But they did. And I’ll deal with it (eventually), because it really was the best thing the organization could do for him. And you can make damn sure that I’ll continue to root for him this year. Hell, the best thing about the trade is that it officially made the Orioles my AL team, which is pretty cool because a) I’ve been to nearly as many Orioles games as Phillies games and b) the Orioles and Rays are division rivals. (Eventually it always comes back to rooting against Florida teams.)

Until tomorrow.