Serious Depression

Halloween and the Indian Summer have come, but the days of baseball are gone. April cannot come soon enough with the pormise of a new start, without Theo.

Right now my life is void of the 3 hour distraction a day that is Boston Baseball. I actually am finding myself do the unthinkable: studying, doing homework, and research for papers on the Endangered Species Act.

Watching highlight reels, taped games, and Faith Rewarded over and over again just does not fill the hole within my heart. I find myself reading MLB.COM, bostondirtdogs.com and Soxaholix.com like it's my job. I know much more about Mike Timlin's feelings about the White Sox winning than I ever wanted. And, no matter how much I attempt to fill the void with badmitton and post-season discussion it just doesn't work.

Lowie: " I really like sports"
Jackie: "REEAAALLYY? I had NO idea"
Lowie: "Yeah, just thought I should let you know"

I DO like sports, but I love my baseball. I'm addicted to this "game." It's more than just a game to me. Sure, once a week I sit down and enjoy a football game, but it is just not the same as baseball.

For the next few months I will do as all and fill my emptiness with whatever I can. Maybe the next few months will be filled with other passion and inspiration. And between that and the thought of April I'll make it through taking comfort in the thought that Spring Training starts in a mere 120 days.