Man, I have a hard time sitting through a whole baseball game these days. Once upon a time I watched every pitch of the World Series with the passion of a real fan.
Can't do that anymore. I've changed, the game hasn't (well, the players have. I don't know many of them these days, either).
I have a new method now. It's worked fine during this year's WS, which resumes about an hour from now in K.C. I put the game up on my computer and listen to it while I surf the net for more interesting things to read and watch.
I might watch a segment of a documentary, or study a clip of something, or read a magazine article online.
Then I peek in occasionally, usually when I hear something happening that is "must see." If the game is tight in the final innings, I bring it up and watch.
In this manner I saw Madison Bumgarner finish his four-hit gem Sunday evening. I'm not able to say I saw his mastery throughout the game, but it's evident he had it--what I saw was good enough for my present tastes.
It's all I need, and it has the advantage of offering an opportunity to get something else done with the evening--though at this point I don't have a clue what it is I should get done tonight.
Well, I do...laundry. But I'd rather stink at this time than think about it. My laundry energy is low tonight, I do believe.
All I know is I won't focus all of my attention on the game because I can't.
Later: On the other hand there is something riveting about watching a mauling. It's like watching a traffic accident, or watching oneself screw up time and again.
TS
Can't do that anymore. I've changed, the game hasn't (well, the players have. I don't know many of them these days, either).
I have a new method now. It's worked fine during this year's WS, which resumes about an hour from now in K.C. I put the game up on my computer and listen to it while I surf the net for more interesting things to read and watch.
I might watch a segment of a documentary, or study a clip of something, or read a magazine article online.
Then I peek in occasionally, usually when I hear something happening that is "must see." If the game is tight in the final innings, I bring it up and watch.
In this manner I saw Madison Bumgarner finish his four-hit gem Sunday evening. I'm not able to say I saw his mastery throughout the game, but it's evident he had it--what I saw was good enough for my present tastes.
It's all I need, and it has the advantage of offering an opportunity to get something else done with the evening--though at this point I don't have a clue what it is I should get done tonight.
Well, I do...laundry. But I'd rather stink at this time than think about it. My laundry energy is low tonight, I do believe.
All I know is I won't focus all of my attention on the game because I can't.
Later: On the other hand there is something riveting about watching a mauling. It's like watching a traffic accident, or watching oneself screw up time and again.
TS
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