Fun Times In Cleveland!
Posted by: Jaimie on: March 12, 2010
In 2007 I made the misguided choice to get my passport. I really wanted to go to Europe, so I thought this would be motivation. Thank god passports last ten years because I haven’t been able to afford to go on a real vacation since then. In fact the only real vacation (at least a week long) I’ve been on with out my parents ever, aside from Wildwood, was when I went to New Orleans for Katrina relief. Due to this I try to see places within driving distance on three day weekends. I went to Boston twice, the second time last year with Scott since he loves the Red Sox.
This year we considered going to Green Bay for the Packers. I was in it because Scott agreed to go to both Chicago and The Great Mall of America, but even that was too big a trip to plan right now. I didn’t have enough vacation days saved. So we tried to come up with somewhere that we could possibly drive to that had something sports related for him, and something touristy for me. The first choice that came to mind was Cleveland, Ohio. Scott wants to see every baseball stadium in American and he’d never been to the Indians’. I wanted to go for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
It was a no brainer, we found out that the Indians play the Red Sox in early June, and also thought we’d stop in Pittsburgh on the way to see a Pirate’s game. When we told people about our Cleveland/Pittsburgh trip they thought we were kidding. Why would anyone want to go to those two cities? But my feelings are the matter was that any city has something worth seeing in it. I just love visiting some place new. Then we saw the “Hastily Made Cleveland Tourism” video. Now, our trip is more or less a joke, but one we are laughing along with.
This trip will mark the end of an error. Next year I should be able to afford a real vacation, and we have our sites on California since we both know people out there. These cheap trips have been a good excuse for me to avoid flying, but I think I’m ready again. I’ve stopped having nightmares about it, and I think it had a lot to do with feeling like a failure, and being afraid to die feeling that way. Once I have my degree I think I’ll be a lot better off. I already am now that I’m back on track, and once that happened the nightmares stopped. Maybe the whole thing was one big metaphor for not feeling like I have control in my life. Regardless this June we’re going to Cleveland. What would you like us to bring you as a souvenir?
An Actor’s Delayed Gratification
Posted by: Jess on: March 11, 2010
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Many of you reading this know that I consider myself first and foremost an actor. I love working in web development and IT, but a lot of my life flows from that one central aspect of myself.
That is, until last summer.
That’s when I started to see my priorities shift. Before, I had always accepted the idea of the broke artist lifestyle because I had no one to answer to but myself. All the money I made from my various sources of income was all for funding the study of my craft and the travel expenses for going into New York City for auditions, rehearsals, and classes. I was getting more callbacks and getting seen by bigger casting agencies, and I was meeting amazing people and making great connections. How fabulous!
Then my relationship with my boyfriend took an unexpected turn. After I stayed by his bedside at a trip to the emergency room, his feelings for me developed and deepened. We went from a “no expectations” relationship to a “I want you by my side for the rest of my life” relationship. We had always loved each other and cared for each other, but for the first time, we were becoming a family together.
I had to answer to another person now.
Now, this shift was nothing purposeful. My boyfriend-turned-fiancé has always supported my artistic endeavors as he himself is an actor and a master carpenter in professional theatre. Also, I’m not the first professional actor he’s dated, and in fact he has had two exes move to Los Angeles to work in the industry. He would never hold me back from my career goals.
And yet, since this past summer, I have taken a hiatus from the industry. All the energy and funds I had placed into my craft and business have been redirected towards nurturing my relationship and supporting my little “family” and our beautiful house.
I’m not sure when this hiatus is going to end, but I can already sense that this is going to work out in my benefit in so many ways. Looking at it solely in terms of performance, I have freed my time to experience so many different things in life that I never would have otherwise. I feel like a fuller, more developed person than I did even a year ago. I feel like the next time I find myself needing to develop a character, I am going to have so much more to draw from than when I was some punk ass kid just out of Mason Gross. (Interestingly, I remember one of my professors telling us to spend our first year out of college just traveling and experiencing life, and don’t focus on getting work in the industry. I didn’t listen to him, but now I’m starting to understand why he said it and why it can contribute to a much longer life in the industry. An actor who’s lived is less disposable than a pretty face who hasn’t.)
So for now, I’m just going to live my life the way my heart tells me how to. Maybe I’ll even do a bit of community theatre again to keep my acting chops fresh. Right now, though, it’s all about being an awesome wife-to-be and a consummate professional in all things web and IT. Mix in some adventures with friends and family, and you have a recipe for a fulfilling life.
How I Met my new Friends
Posted by: Jaimie on: March 10, 2010
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May of 2004 was a dark time for me. I lost several people with whom for years I was very close with. Six of my very best “Friends”. No one dared call me that night, as I sat on the edge of my seat finding out what their fates would be. Monica and Chandler adopted not one baby, but twins! Rachel as expected finally got back together with Ross. Joey stuck around for a little while, but after ten great years it was time to say goodbye.
It took a couple of years before I could open up to another TV program, and even then it wasn’t the same. I didn’t even bother with the new sitcoms, it would never be the same. I had a brief affair with Brittan’s Friends-like “Coupling”, but was saddened to learn that there were only enough episodes to match the equivalence of one American season. It was purely a rebound anyway, since the similarities were uncanny. I would watch the new ABC dramas, “Desperate Housewives”, “Gray’s Anatomy”. They were enjoyable, but I felt like I was just going through the motions. I would only be half paying attention while on my Facebook or cleaning my room.
Then in the fall season of 2005 a new sitcom caught my eye. It had Neil Patrick Harris, who I loved from both “Doogie Howser M.D.”, Broadway, as well as “Harold and Kumer”. It also had Alyson Hannigan from “Buffy” and the “American Pie” movies and Jason Segal from “Undeclared” and “Freaks and Geeks”. Plus the infamous Bob Saget narrating. It sounded like a pretty stellar line up.
It’s pretty easy to see why I would like a show about five friends who discuss hookups and career goals in a bar, when I was in love with a show about six friends who discussed hookups and career goals in a coffee house. “How I Met Your Mother” is very much like friends, but it also has it’s own great style. By the time I was done watching the first few episodes I knew that it was going to be legan…wait for it…dary. Unfortunately no one else seemed to agree with me. The only other person that I knew had watched it was my grandmother, and she described it as “Stupid”.
Every year that “HIMYM” was renewed by CBS I was elated because I still didn’t know of anyone else who watched it. But it kept tracking on, and I kept referring to it as “My New Friends”. Friend’s had “Smelly Cat”, “HIMYM” had “Let’s Go To The Mall”. “Friends” had “Central Perks”, “HIMYM” had McClarrins. Even the character’s had strong similarities, only the traits were mixed up and divided among the characters.
Barney had Chandler’s raw wit, and Joey’s libido. Lily had Monica’s A-type personality, and Rachel’s shopping habits. Robin had Rachel’s confidence, and Pheobe’s independence. Marshall had Chandler’s sensitivity. And Ted, well Ted was pretty much Ross only an architect instead of a paleontologist. I loved them all for their similarities, as well as their differences. I loved that in the first episode we were told that Robin was not the mother. I loved the couple that most resembled Monica and Chandler were together from the start. “HIMYM” took everything I loved about “Friends”, transcended it, and made it all it’s own.
It took a few seasons to get there, but it is now tying for first place. The reason I loved “Friends” so much is that, like real true friends, I could rely on them every Thursday to make me happy for a half an hour, or longer if the show was really good that week. I looked forward to Thursdays. My father would here me laugh, and say I know you’re watching “Friends” because that’s the thing that makes you laugh like that. I now feel the same way about “HIMYM”, and thanks to a guest appearance by Britney Spears bring up the ratings, I think that it’s my new friends will be around for a while making sure that every Monday night is “The Best Night Ever”.
Skirts, boots, and knee highs
Posted by: Jaimie on: March 9, 2010
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A few weeks a ago I was putting my own twist on Murtaugh by proclaiming, “I’m too cold for this shit”, but this week the cold has lifted. Now, all I can think about is that spring is coming. And when I think of spring I think about my legs. I hate my legs! It could be argued that I love mermaids so much due to this fact. I’m only 5′0 so I barely have any legs to hate, except that I do in the fact that they are thick. I am lucky that I am a fan of being hot over being cold because I almost never show my legs.
Last year I tried to improve, I wore some skirts that when to my knee. I love the look and feel of skirts. I’m really a girlie girl whose forced to appearing like the T-shirt and jeans type. I used to dream of nothing more than losing enough weight to wear a sexy bikini, but now I would be satisfied if I was able to look attractive in a above the knee skirt. That’s the new dream, and now that full skirts are in it’s much easier to achieve since the skirts aren’t form fitting. I also want to be able to pull off the knee high boot look while wearing a skirt.
In my opinion the sexiest look on a women is a mini skirt with a pair of knee highs. I question my sexually whenever I see an attractive girl wearing this combo, especially if she’s a red head.
My diet took a tad bit of a detour in February. I was just too cold to stay under 1,300 calories a day, I needed substances. However, ironically the birth control kept me on track. After the cravings subsided the pills actually helped to decrease my appetite. I now almost exclusively eat when I’m hungry. I managed to drop a dress size already, and I’m hoping to drop a few more by summer. I joined a “Biggest Loser” competition at work for motivation. I also went out and bought several really cute full skirts for even more motivation.
My fashion icon is Cher from the movie “Clueless”, and I made it a point to dress like her the entire time those fashions were in style. With the introduction of Rachel in “Glee”, I see a lot of Cher-like fashion making a big come back. I can’t think of a better reason to lose weight this year. Bring on the baby dresses, full skirts, and knee high socks!
Plenty of Fish
Posted by: Jaimie on: March 8, 2010
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Prior to meeting Scott I used to get a kick out of reading relationship books. They are said pretty much the same thing, “Be confident”, “Don’t be a pushover”, “If he’s not into you just move on”, etc, etc, etc. My favorite was “Why Men Love Bitches” by Sherry Argov, when I read that book I was trying to get my ex-boyfriend to appreciate me more since I was way too nice to him. I learned a lot from the message in that book. When I felt confident that my relationship had lasting potential I boxed all these books up and put them in the attic (just in case).
Since then I’ve often glanced that that section when Scott is taking too long looking a sport’s books, but this was usually because it made me feel good about not being there anymore. There is a scene from “When Harry Met Sally” where Harry and Sally’s best friends Marie and Jess get off the phone after calming both Harry and Sally down over there one night stand with each other. In this scene Marie turns to Jess and says “Tell me I’ll never have to be out there again.”, to which he kisses her and replies “You’ll never have to be out there again.” I’ve always wanted, and now finally have that feeling of knowing that you’re finally done with the torture of dating.
Skimming through these relationship books today makes me feel just like Marie did when she hung up with Sally, so glad that it’s no longer me. I haven’t been tempting to read one in it’s entirety until a few weeks ago when I heard of “Marry Him: The Case for Settling for Mr. Good Enough”, by Lori Gottlieb. The title makes the book sound like it’s meant for gold diggers, but when I out of pure curiosity read the first chapter, I found that it had a lot more heart.
The message of this book is different. Rather than telling women to just give up on a man that’s “Just Not That Into You” the book focuses instead of giving a chance to the guys that you’re just not that into. Every girl has there list of must have and deal breakers, and this book teaches women to ease up on some of the less important ones because you could be missing out. Although it’s primarily a self help book, the book is written very similar to a memoir, which makes it a fascinating read for me even though I have learned this lesson.
Two years ago I was so fed up with dating asshole, losers, and guys who just didn’t know how to appreciate me. Until recently I was still embarrassed to admit that I had dabbled from time to time in online dating. I never thought that I would find any success in it, but it was a nice way of going out every now and again. I would talk to guys for a couple of weeks prior to meeting them if they seemed decent, but it usually ended up the same way. They lied about several things. I didn’t find them attractive or viceversa. At best I would date them for a couple of weeks tops.
When Scott wrote me on Plentyoffish.com I had already tried unsuccessfully to remove my profile several times, but I still signed on every now and again to write on their forum pages. At first I was reluctant to write him back because I didn’t find him attractive in his profile picture, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt and read his profile anyway. He had a couple more pictures on the site, and in one he was wearing a T-shirt of a band I like. He didn’t look too good in any of his pictures except for that one.
I was bored so I figured what was the harm in IMing him, and seeing what he’s all about. I found that not only did we have a great deal in common, but when I agreed to let him call me, it was one of the best conversations I had had with a guy in years. I put him in my phone as “Scott, Awesome to talk to”. When we agreed to meet a week later I was really worried that I wouldn’t find him attractive, however I remained hopeful that he just took bad pictures. Luck would have it that he did, and usually still does. He has a very Chandlerlike uneasy photo smile.
Once I established that I was attracted to him, I was psyched because I loved his personalities, and he checked off almost every qualification on my personal list. I waited in anticipation for him to make a move at the end of the date. He didn’t. We went out several more times, he still didn’t. I have never made the first move, and didn’t plan on starting any time soon. This got to be annoying because I couldn’t tell how I felt until we had kissed. I addressed the situation, however it made things more awkward since now we were both aware of the anticipation and it was now over hyped.
Finally, he made a move, but I shrugged it off because I had built it up so much in my head that I didn’t want the typical predictable end of the date kiss. This went on for weeks. One night I even called him when it was raining and told him to come kiss me in the rain. He turned down the offer. I was ready to throw in the towel at this point so went for a hail Mary move. I two huge bottles of Arbor Mist, took out my spring wardrobe, and proceeded to put on a sexy fashion show for him. I didn’t know that he only preferred to drink beer. In the end I ended up a drunken mess, and he was just sober watching my theatrics.
I eventually passed out, and when I woke up he had left. Still in my drunken state, I called him and told him off for not saying goodbye. In the morning I didn’t expect to hear from him or see him again so I shrugged it off, but then something strange happened. I missed him. And then something even weirder happened, he called me and asked me out again. This time I gave in and let him just give me the damn boring end of the date kiss. It was predictable, but nice. And once I had finally let myself enjoy his company rather than nitpicking I realized that he was the kind of guy that I had been wanting to date my entire life.
Now that I’m ridiculously happy I find myself constantly hoping and wishing that everyone was. All the energy I used to use finding myself a guy to flirt with at a bar I now find myself using to hook various people up. I want to read this book because I know that when I read the advice that I figured out on my own, it’s going to make me feel good that I didn’t need the book to learn that lesson. But I’m still intrigued to read about the author’s experience in learning it.
When I look at my single friends I see a pattern. Most of them are single because they have high standards, this goes for both the guys as well as the girls. And I’m not saying that they should ask out the next troll that crosses there path, but maybe if a guy hasn’t made a move, or isn’t tall enough it might be worth kissing him or switching to flats. At least get past the superficial before you rule him out, you never know how perfect he could be for you.
What to expect when your expecting…to move?
Posted by: Jaimie on: March 7, 2010
As I’ve stated in previous posts Scott and I have decided to go for it and get our own place….in January. I’ve always known that there would be a major life event that I would have to wait for in anticipation for nine months, just not this particular one. The decision to wait this long was based on the fact that I was expecting to be a bridesmaid in my cousin’s wedding in September. I knew that this would be costly, so we decided to wait until after that was over. And than I figured that since we were already waiting until September, why not get another holiday season in before we move. This would give us plenty of time to save and get all that we needed.
Then a few weeks ago Laura canceled the wedding. I had planned to use my hefty sum that I earned from my income tax check for the wedding, but this meant it could be used instead for a deposit. So the only thing holding us back was furniture. It was than that I realized that, aside from a decent sized TV and a base board for my bed, we didn’t really need anything. So I approached Scott and asked him “Should we move sooner?” To which he surprised me by being a typical guy for the first time in our relationship, and telling me that he preferred to have his freedom until January.
I was shocked, but I supposed that a commitment issue was due for him, or he was likely to lose his man card. I also knew that this was more than likely about his parents than him. He does a lot of things for them, and they are probably really going to dread him going. It would seem that due to this we are the only couple whose apartment has a gestation period similar to that of a human infant, nine long months.
I know our apartment is out there somewhere, we’ll probably find it much sooner than we plan to move into it. I’m going to relish the whole process of preparation, even if I’m done all of it by summer time. I once packed for a trip to Disney World five months before we went. It only made it so much better when that day finally came.
Just Another Day With Out You AKA Driving other people’s cars
Posted by: Jaimie on: March 3, 2010
To my dearest Dodge Neon,
Words can not express how much I miss you, and wish that you would safely come back to me. My regret for attempting to drive you over that snow patch grows with each passing day that I may live with out you. I know that you have probably seen me drive by you in that newer flashier model, but I just want you to know that she is nothing compared to you. I confess that I took you for granted, I thought that you’d put up with everything I threw at you; going long periods of time past when I should have given you an oil change, driving you on empty, slamming on your wheel as I cursed out people in traffic. All of these things I promise I will work on if you come back to me.
I am willing to pay for your new transmission. I would never choose another car over you. We’ve been through so much together these last few years. Remember in 2007 when I thought I lost you for good in that snow storm, yet you came back to me better than ever. Most girls would have just been totaled, but not you. You kept right on being my cute little reliable buddy. You may think that I want to upgrade you to a newer model, but while they may have the looks they don’t compare to you. I hope to keep you around as long as your engine holds.
Those newer models just make me paranoid about my lack of driving skills. They cost so much more to fix when bumped up, but not you. Many of times we have hit a curb or two, and you just said “It’s ok, fix me when you can afford to”. And you’ve always held the same belief in the importance of a reliable driving experience over a hot body. I really missed that about you today. I’ve been mostly driving that damn new primadonna Chrysler Sebring since you’ve been gone. Do you believe that she actually makes me wear my seatbelt? The only thing she has over you is the smooth ride, but it doesn’t even feel like driving with out your rough and tumble ways.
Anyway, I was driving the Sebring today, and something horrible happened. Something that I figured would occur eventually since I live in PA, only it happened on I95 in Jersey of all places. I hit a deer. It was terrible, but it was much worse because I was with little miss superficial. If it was you we would both be so happy that we were safe and that you were still drivable, but not this priss. All I had to hear about was how tremendously awful the body damage was. It wasn’t even that bad, nothing compared to our black ice incident. But I’m never going to be able to hear the end of it because she’s brand new.
And it’s not just the newer cars that make me miss you, I’ve also driven Scott’s (you know him, the one who forces us to listen to sports radio) Lumina. I have to admitt the Lumina is far better than the Sebring, she’s an old girl, a 1994, but reliable as hell like you. You too will prob share a garage someday, and grow to be good friends. But I digress, the Lumina is great since she reminds me of you. It’s Scott that’s the problem, we have completely different driving techniques. He’s Mr. Laid Back, and I’m little Ms. Impatient.
He doesn’t understand that I get off by screaming at people in traffic cause if I held it in I might explode. He’s always telling me to relax, which might as well be reverse psychology, because I instantly get more pissed at being told to curb my natural responses. I just need to let out that steam in the moment, once I’m parked I’ll be dandy. So in conclusion these last few weeks with out you have been hell, but at least you choose to finally blow that transmission during income tax time. That was smart thinking on your part. I don’t know what I’m going to do about this deer situation. I know it wasn’t my fault. I just wish it was you and not the Sebring. I love and miss you and hope to drive you soon.
Love Forever,
Jaimie
Ding Dong the Thong is Dead!
Posted by: Jaimie on: February 22, 2010
This just in, okay maybe just in last month. According to Cosmo the thong is dead. Thank you god! Over the years I have become so sick and tired of being judged for not wearing these torture devices, as if they’re the only sexy undergarments out there. If I was a tiny girl then, yes I would probably be wearing thongs in under to hide visible pantie lines. But given that I am not I am tired of feelings pressured and judged to wear them, so if they are dead I’m going to have a ball at their wake.
Girls who have meat on their bones, especially in their ass are fooling themselves when they wear thongs. I know that no one is seeing it on me under my pants, but I just feel uncomfortable knowing that if they did it would illicit laughter, not seduction. On top of that they grip my body in a way that creates bulges in places where there shouldn’t be. So goodbye thongs. Please don’t come back until I’m way to old for anyone to even consider expecting me to wear you. Bring on the boy shorts!!!
Talkin sports with ovaries (a girl’s perspective)
Posted by: Jaimie on: February 21, 2010
(This is going to be long, but I have too many tags to do it in parts right now.)
As long as I can remember I have found sports both intriguing and entertaining…in movies. Other than in films they seem to lose my attention sometime around the 2nd down, whatever that is. I had no predisposition to be more into theater, my family have no interest in Broadway. They spend most nights sitting in front of their TV, usually purchased in relation to a large Philadelphia win, and watch sporting events. This is probably where I lost interest. I was so confused by what was going on in front of me, but asking questions only led to being shushed. Eventually I just ended up getting into various TV programs, because watching something that no one would explain to me was too frustrating.
Several things peaked my interest in sports again when I was in the third grade, 1993. The Phillies were in the World Series. We had moved to a new neighborhood and the girls I had met there played softball, around that same time a plethora of great kids sports movies came out including but not limited to all the great Disney underdog “Bad News Bears” type movies; “Mighty Ducks”, “Little Giants”, “Rookie of the Year”, and “The Sandlot” to name a few. However, my all time favorite sports movie of the early 90’s was “A League of their Own”. This movie had everything I loved; Tom Hanks, Madonna, and it was hilarious.
Prior to viewing these movies it never even occurred to me that I, a girl, could play sports. There were no women playing the games that my parents had watched. As a result I started my brief sports career in little league softball, mostly to impress my father, who was already paying a great deal of attention to my little brother that was playing hockey at three.
At this point in my life up until, well probably three years ago and to a point to this day, I expected everything to happen as it did in the movies. I thought I would walk into try outs and instantly be made pitcher based on my natural undiscovered talents. When I was put in lowly right field I was extremely disappointed. I learned that just like the games I watched with my parents, real life sports didn’t hold my interest for very long. We actually ended up winning the championship game, but my mother refused to let me have the trophy since I had been down the shore for the win.
Not helping matters was the fact that I was TERRIBLE, just god awful. I had no coordination and I was completely afraid of the ball hitting me. My hit record including one amazing bunt before being automatically tagged out. I turned my attention than to playing baseball for my Sega Genesis, because that was were my real talents lied and Ken Griffy Jr. was my man. I briefly tried swimming since I had been doing that for years, but that was short lived when I gained weight. I didn’t want to be seen in a bathing suit after that. Following that I grew a tad interested in Basketball in the mid 90’s when the “Dream Team” played in the Olympics. This was more or less inspired by an uncle I idolized and a McDonald’s commercial I found amusing.
A couple of years passed, and before long none of my girlfriends were interested in sports anymore. There just was no outlet for most of us anymore. In high school you had to be fairly talented and give up your free time. We turned our attention instead to makeup and boys. I got heavily into alternative rock and drama club. The only time I paid attention to sports was when boys were involved. I tried out for cheerleading for this reason. I made the team, but after one practice it just wasn’t any fun, and the boys weren’t even around. Years passed. The Flyers made it to the Stanley Cup Finals, we lost. The 76′ers made it it to whatever the basketball finals are called, we lost. Smarty Jones was close to breaking a record, I don’t remember what the hell happened there. I watched the Super Bowl…for the commercials.
I didn’t become interested in sports again until I started dating my ex boyfriend in 2004. I wanted to learn more about football since I was going to Rutgers in fall, and he sat me down and FINALLY explained it in a way that made me able to comprehend it enough to follow the game. Once I had an idea of what the hell was going on I became a lot more interested, but it still dragged on and on unless it was close and suspenseful. I still loved sports movies, and I always enjoyed following a good underdog story.
That year my whole dorm watched in suspense as the Red Sox came back in the playoffs against their great rivalry The Yankees, and than won the World Series for the first time in over 80 years. It was epic, the kind of sporting event I could get on board with. It was like something I would see in all those sports movies in real life. I wasn’t the only one who thought this, a couple of months later I was taking my sports fan mother to see “Fever Pitch”, a movie that was both a romantic comedy and sports underdog story. I loved it, but more on that later. The Eagles made it to the Superbowl that year, we lost. Philadelphia built a brand spanking new football stadium (Lincoln Financial, still haven’t been in it) and ballpark (Citizen’s Bank).
I broke up with the boy, and my sports enthusiasm only returned when at a live sporting events or watching a game with friends. To be honest though, I was 15% into the game and 85% into all the fringe benefits like the kiss cam and all the fantastic stadium food. Ice cream in a Phillies cap, delicious. Rutgers had a noteworthy year in both football and women’s basketball in 2007. People from Philly started to actually know where I went to school thanks to both this and that jackass Don Imus. After Rutgers I reverted back to the only game I could easily understand and afford tickets to, baseball. That was when I met my boyfriend Scott.
Remember when I said I would get back to “Fever Pitch”, well here we are. Scott is such a HUGE sports buff that he works for a sports website, and has a sports radio show with his friends on Blogtalkradio.com. The title of this entry is a play on his show, “Talkin Sports with Balls”. He’s also a Red Sox fan. I’m perfectly fine with his membership to the “Nation” because they play for a different league, and they gave me one of the only sports moments I could enjoy pre 2008, that wasn’t in a movie.
I love Scott’s passion for sports. Even though I can’t say that I feel the same way I’m glad he loves them, it makes it easier for him to relate to my love of music, TV, books, movies, etc. I even enjoy going to games with him and watching what the crowd is doing while he attempts to explain what’s going on and teases me for accidentally clapping when The Lakers score because I wasn’t paying attention. He wants to go to every stadium in America, that’s fine by me, most of them are in cities I want to visit anyway. We went to Boston, me for the history, him for Fenway. Fenway is historical and fascinating, win, win. At the Red Sox games an organ played popular songs, it gives it a real old school feel that is worth experiencing whether or not your a fan.
It was sports that made us realize that we were in love. I was stuck at work when the Phillies one the World Series in 2008. It was the first time a Philadelphia team went all the way in my lifetime. Scott was across the street from Citizen’s Bank Park just leaving a 76′ers game. He marched down broad street with thousands of screaming fans, while I watched people from the infamous Northeast Philly Frankford and Cottman location get brought in for disorderly conduct. Both us of were thinking the same thing, how much we wished that we had been together for the win.
Since then he matched me play for play, and by that I mean I go to a game, he goes to the theater. We have a pretty descent arrangement going. I follow sports a little more because I love him. I agree to go to Wisconsin to see his Packers provided that he stops in Chicago for me on the way. I was in luck that he wasn’t an Eagles fan because I refused to follow them after they signed Vick. I now support (as much as I’ve supported any other football time, which is not really) the NY Giants, because Jess is a fan and they can actually win a damn Superbowl, against The Patriots no less. He made me play Madden when we were snowed in. I had only played baseball for Sega and that was fifteen years ago. Needless to say it wasn’t pretty.
I’m proud to say that I now have a list of my top five favorite sports moments. 1. The Phillies win in 2008. 2. The Red Sox win in 2004. 3. The Giants beating The Patriots. 4. The Saints winning this year. (I have a soft spot for New Orleans and underdog stories). 5. It’s a tie between both the Fenway game against The Yankees and the big comeback win for the Phillies we saw together last season. Someday I’m sure I’ll have a top ten. In fact if I thought about it enough, I probably already do.
