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…
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.
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.