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Weekly Roundup: Chia Pet Edition

I haven’t posted in a while because I’ve been … running!   Also, sleeping!  Because it turns out you can’t run far or even moderately fast if you’re tired all the time.

Training has pretty much taken over my life, but here are some things I’ve been enjoying in the limited times between long, long runs and massive amounts of sleeping:

  • My sister and I definitely stood in the sun for an hour+ to get the Jayson Werth chia pet.  He’s still in the box, but I’m pretty sure he’ll be my first chia pet ever, and I’m excited about the chest hair growth especially.
  • Beautiful pics of Portland lighthouses by crziebird from our recent trip to New England.  One is hanging in my bedroom!
  • Hummus.  I tend to get obsessed with certain foods and eat them compulsively for weeks until the thought of them makes me want to vom.
  • G.G. Andrew’s awesome formula for choosing what to write next, which I plan to use to determine which of the 437 in-progress projects to finish, dammit.
  • This story about a lost World War II soldier’s wallet, found and returned. Read more

Dispatches from the Winter Classic

The temperature was reported as 43.3 degrees at face-off, though I was prepared with HotHands and a surprisingly warm Winter Classic knit cap and mittens.

This game had much of the usual pomp that I appreciate at sporting events: flyover, fireworks, and flag-themed demonstrations. By now, everyone knows about the hand-wringing over the sun as well as the goal within the last 30 seconds that prompted fans to toss their seat cushions around the stadium.

Here are some points that weren’t covered by the media:

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Guide to Sports Enthusiasm for the Casual Fan

It’s been over a month since I’ve posted, but that’s probably because I’ve been so busy being a huge sports fan.

I’ve always liked pastoral, easy-to-understand, American-like-apple-pie baseball.  I never had much interest in anything else.  Football, for example, manages somehow to be at once both very dull and overly brutal.

However, since my parents started getting season tickets to the Washington Capitals, I’ve been attending hockey games, too — usually as the last-round draft pick, to employ a sports metaphor.  I’m not quite sure why I’m at the bottom of the pecking order when a ticket is available.  On an unrelated note, I don’t fathom why every so often the players stop skating around trying to shoot the puck into the net and instead all gather by one of those dots painted on the ice to stare at each other. Read more

What’s Been Happening

“Your towel is backwards!”

The last two Nationals games of the season were super exciting.  The home run that won Game 4 was all the more surprising after the previous losses.  I had just been happy to be attending what I had expected would be the final game.  That the Nats might actually win another one created a different feel in the air:  hope – and expectation.

Walking to the Metro, I passed a boy in a W cap swinging a baseball bat idly in his front yard.  About 14 or 15, he seemed solitarily adrift: too young for cars and girls and Friday night parties.  I imagined he was living on baseball and waiting only for the tv broadcast.  “You going to the Nats game?” he called after me as he noticed my W cap.  He seemed surprised, shaken from his reverie by the sight of a fellow fan.  I called back and gave him a thumbs up, and he grinned.
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The Clincher

I’ve written a lot of baseball-themed posts lately.  Here’s another one!

Thursday, September 20 was a beautiful day, so I got off the Metro two stops early and walked to Nationals Stadium.  Sometimes, the clientele on this route can be a bit unsettling.  For a brief period, I had to suffer through teenagers screaming at each other close around me.  I couldn’t make out what they were saying except fuck and fucking numerous times, which I felt was partly for my benefit.  I sighed.  Ignoring those who attempt to intimidate with aggressive displays of their own stupidity is a skill I practice so frequently that the errant behavior ceases even to surprise me anymore.
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