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.
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.
It’s this time of year that things start getting complicated for fans of multiple sports. Just as baseball playoff races heat up, football starts and hockey starts, with all the excitement of the new season, and close behind them is basketball.
Obviously, this keeps us very busy.
Over this week’s cup of tea (we’re going with a lovely Assam this week) and some cucumber sandwiches, Sarah and I have a great deal to discuss: not one but two very dramatic Patriots games, the Bruins preseason and the Kessel trade, plus our beloved Red Sox are on a wicked hot streak, which isn’t that uncommon when we go to Camden Yards, but it’s coming at a critical time of the season.