Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Well now, it's been over a year since this giant ball of crap has rotated the sun and the R-O-D has been dormant.
Writing about baseball is hard when you don't watch too much (thanks to schedules). Instead of only writing, and drawing crap, about beisbol, the R-O-D is about to try writing about whatever the R-O-D wants.
Will the R-O-D succeed? Probably not. Will the R-O-D ever stop talking about the R-O-D in the third person? Probably not. Will the R-O-D be entertaining? Probably not. Did Easy-E die of complications from AIDS? Probably.
Was it necessary to make that joke? Probably not.
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
I've survived 32 years of being a fan of the Detroit Tigers. I was a 6 year old kid in Washington (not DC), who just so happened to see Alan Trammell and Lou Whitaker on TV. A short 2 years later, those Tigers won the World Series and that was the cement in my fandom.
I'm approaching middle age, and I still love the game of baseball. I still love the Tigers. I still love the fact that I care.
Maybe that's why the losses bother me so much; why the wait for the next ballgame takes so long; why there is always worry gnawing at me no matter what the score says.
Tomorrow the Detroit Tigers will retake the field and tomorrow they'll have another chance at a win.
I can hardly wait.
Posted by DEO at 5:19 PM
Monday, October 7, 2013
Saturday, October 5, 2013
Justin Verlander gives the Tigers a chance to go up 2-0 against the Athletics and... the bats go *poof*. Then, of course, Ron Mexico does a terrible job in the 9th.
This, my one follower, was enough to wake the R-O-D from slumber.
Posted by DEO at 9:36 PM
Saturday, October 27, 2012
|Man, I can't even say wee!|
I ask myself that question quite often. Usually it stems from a regretful overindulgence or obsessing over a bit of miniutae. However, in more than just a few occasions, it has been due to the self inflicted pain of caring about a sport.
The National Pastime of the United States of America.
The game that has given me a number of emtional deaths.
Why do I keep coming back to baseball? After all the scars you have inflicted on my heart? After all the gut wrench pain you have put me through? After all the misery, tears and what ifs?
I cannot answer that, not right now.
I just know things will be better. Whether it is true or not, whether the pains of an unconditional, one sided love are worth it or whether it is best to become jaded and walk away - those questions mean nothing.
Things will be better.
Come February, come pitchers and catchers reporting, come the promise of Spring and a clean, fresh year - things will be better.
1987. 1989. 2003. 2006. 2009. 2011. 2012.
With each year listed, I flinch. My first heartbreak wasn't to a girl, it was to the Minnesota Twins. When Darrell Evans was picked off third, I learned what fear truly was and what resignation felt like.
I've had my share of romantic heartbreak and disappointment, but none that was steady, constant and all consuming as my love for the Detroit Tigers.
So I will stew, hem and haw. I will mourn the loss. I will swear to high heaven that I will stay away.
Then I will look at the Olde English D and remember the ghosts that I loved and I will be back.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
|Those wheels look unsafe at any speed... plus at that angle it looks like this is going to hurt.|
See, I do not like rollercoasters. I am not a big fan of amusement parks or rides or people. All three tend to congregate at those rollercoaster things or you find them in amusement parks and people are something something.
I would genuinely be appreciative if you, Detroit Tigers, would drive a can of corn collectively in the "hearts" (in theory Chi-Sox fans have hearts... in theory) of the White Sox's dreams of playoff promised land. That would make my minute or day or something.
Oh, and thank you for bringing back my two favorite comedians: Don Kelly and Ryan Raburn. This blog would be less interesting without those two (from zero to negative interesting in 2 demotions flat)!