Every Sunday night I climb into a bed with clean sheets. It gives me a feeling of optimism for the week ahead. It’s a fresh feeling when you’re starting out 0-0.
It’s not very satisfying by the end of the week if you just got by though. Monday was mediocre, Tuesday was terrific, Wednesday you barely climbed over the hump, Thursday was a waste, Friday was fantastic, Saturday was full of long lines and on Sunday the team lost in overtime.
The week ended at 500.
They lost 10-1….. Ten to One! Finishing the season with a record of eighty one wins and eighty one losses.
On The first of April I heard that saying we hear every year in Chicago. They say it up on Clark and Addison and they say it down on 35th Street.
“Hope Spring Eternal”
I’m sitting here on a Thursday morning reaching for a solid end to the week. The work week is running its smooth routine…. As long as Betty the Green Blazer makes all the yellow lights.
The kids brought joy on their Wednesday visit to Riverside. Followed by another shitshow confrontation with their mother.
I’m still holding on to the optimism of the clean sheets I had on Sunday night. I guess that I can settle for a five hundred record when I change the sheets this coming Sunday afternoon.
Settle for a five hundred record? Feeling satisfied with the same amount of wins as losses? Just getting by with mediocrity?
It kind of gets to the point where I want to fire my manager. I need a new second baseman, a new starting pitcher and it would be nice if my Triple A prospects are developed for the next season.
I’m sitting here at the beginning of October with the same amount of wins as losses. 2022 is feeling like another 162 game season with tight wins and and several ass whippings.
Today I pull a quote down for the chalkboard from Ms. Angelou. It’s fitting for the next day after a disappointing White Sox season.
But next year the Sox will have the pieces they need to win at least ninety to ninety five ballgames.
Next week I’m going to win that four hundred million dollar lottery and buy a house with a mud room inside the back door.
Well…… next year the Sox will disappoint me again and next week I’ll be carrying groceries up to the third floor, but at least I’ll have clean sheets on the bed Sunday night.
