This week was difficult Tea Time-wise, seeing as how I am on vacation in Montreal and therefore am in no mood to do anything but sit on my ass and make snarky comments about Canadian television. And Sarah’s had a rough week too, in spite of the karma points she racked up from doing the Tea Time alone last week.
So we have Tea Time this week, but sadly it was done a few days ago, before a bunch of stuff happened that kind of changes what we talked about. Oops.
It’s also a pretty short and awfully distracted one.
Okay, you know what? It sucks. Everything about it. I don’t even know why I’m posting it. I’m going to go hide under a rock for awhile.
Or maybe I’ll go spend some time in the hotel spa and forget about the lot of you.
So you all remember a few weeks ago, where I was technically dead due to stress and fail? Well this week it’s MHC’s turn, so she’s cashing in the solo teatime I owe her.
“Sweet,” I thought initially. “ULTIMATE POWER IS MINE! I can talk about the Bruins for 75% of this thing, the Patriots for 20%, mention the Red Sox in passing and then randomly insert the word Celtics in there somewhere, just for completeness’ sake.” (I hear they’re doing awesome this year, they at least deserve a mention, I guess.)
Unfortunately, it then occurred to me that I really do rely on MHC for most of my witty banter.
Well, there goes that idea. So this morning, as I was outlining what to write about, I had a lightbulb moment – we’re just going to do the same thing she did when I was absent, which is pull in outside sources! Don’t think of this so much as Tea Time, think of it as a struggly conversation around the crappy coffee machine at work. Yeah, you know the one I mean, the one where the coffee tastes like sawdust and the machine spills half the pot every day. We’re talking struggly, here.
Yeah, it's like that.
The days get colder, the nights get frosty, the trees become gold and orange and red, and our streets and highways fill with buses full of leaf-peepers, clogging traffic to look at, you know, trees.
I always loved that at the very time the outside is losing all of its green, the Green are inside the Garden heating up. Rather poetic I think.
In celebration of the winter sports season finally being in full swing, today we talk sports over green tea. Many health benefits, I’m led to believe.
This week’s teatime was done during the Celtics’ season opener with Cleveland, so I was vaguely distracted. Also: maybe it’s the loss of sunlight making us grumpy, but our list of people deserving smacks upside the head is growing. Just an observation…
You may have noticed we didn’t have tea time last week. There were a few reasons for this. First of all, we were much too busy with therapy after the end of the Red Sox season. We had to face that pain, and in doing so, writing blog posts took a back seat to bashing our heads against the wall, tearing out our hair, sobbing in the corner, and wistfully gazing out the window.
But now there is nothing to do but look to the future, to a winter of not the one paltry sport of summer but three wonderful sports all in season at the same time: football, basketball and hockey. And so, baseball, we bid you adieu until that glorious day when pitchers and catchers report to Spring Training, this week over our cup of tea.
Oh, and then there was also some football game on Sunday. Went well for the Patriots, I hear.
Back in July, before I left the safe-haven of Boston for the ferocious, vicious wild lands of the west (it smells like cow farts where I live. I consider that wild, okay?) I decided that to counteract inevitable homesickness, I had to have a ticket for when the Patriots came to Denver, just to be by some of my own people and be able to viably cheer against the home team, instead of just being That Silly Kid In A Shirt That Is Irrelevant. (see: wearing a Bruins jersey to the Avalanche home opener against the Sharks. Um, yeah.)
So October 11th came, it was 25 degrees at game time, here I am bundled up in my underarmor and my sweatshirt and my white Wes Welker and no gloves, and it was glorious (Mile-High sells this strange concoction of hot cocoa and peppermint schnapps – kept my hands warm as well as my insides!) The first thing I did was some people watching in the lower bowl. Pats fans, be proud – you represented New England as one of the highest ratios of away fans to home fans that I’ve ever seen outside of a Sox-Orioles or a Sox-Yankees series.
Yeah, it was like that.
Specifically, crappy, weak, bitter tea that isn’t even a close approximation of the real stuff, as it includes neither all the essential components nor the appropriate process.
I would have liked to have Tea Time this week– really I would have. But Sarah has midterms and is in the middle of some epic mayhem and we keep missing each other online. Seriously. On this curve:
Sarah is probably way, way off the charts, past where they’ve labeled “Exhaustion” and down into, like, negative performance, which I’m hoping doesn’t mean she is functionally dead.
Regardless, I had to call in the backups. I’ve got some sports-savvy friends on hand to provide brief commentary on various topics, and will be providing my own handy totally cliched cheers and jeers or whatever section, since I can’t bitch and moan to Sarah like I usually do. I’ve got a whole bunch of Bruins stuff to write about, so they aren’t discussed today, but check back in later this week.
I’d put that picture of the pretty cup of tea here but really, this post isn’t quite worthy. I dunno. Imagine a paper cup of weak tea being spat out by that machine in the kitchen at your job. Yeah, that’s kinda what this is like. It gets the job done.
So Monday our usual time for tea and sports talk rolls around, and I send a message to Sarah and we’re both busy/tired enough that neither of us are particularly interested in even half-assing it. Which is why, this week, Tea Time is on Tuesday. I sincerely wish we had a better excuse, but seriously, neither of us were in any state.
Had we tried to perform, our conversation would have likely devolved into screaming fights or endless strings of profanities, and while in my everyday life that’s pretty common, I like to keep it offline.
This week: I force Sarah to talk about basketball for, like, 2 seconds and she can’t even make it that long, we talk about looming baseball playoffs, the rebirth of optimism over the Patriots, and finally– the Bruins season is upon us. All four sports, one of them in the playoffs. Praises be.