He claims that I act rational during the off-season--that's Winter Jen.
Then during baseball season, I'm obsessed, and I concoct no end of crazed schemes to go to the ballpark--that's Summer Jen.
Now, I admit that last season, I said I was going to purchase "x" number of games from a season ticket holder I know, and not go to any more. My husband said at the time that it was Winter Jen talking, and he took no heed. Sadly, he was right--I went to ten more games than "x."
I'm sorry, but there are times when Summer Jen will not admit rational, cool-headed thinking.
Last year, I felt I had to go to Chicago for the last game of the year, so I could be there to see Magglio win the batting title. I didn't matter that I was ill, that I would be out driving at all hours with our 8 year old son, that my husband had to work and couldn't come, that I had nowhere to stay in Chicago, that I had no ticket. I had a "perfectly good answer" to every obstacle--meaning, I had a wacked out, screwball notion that I could work everything out. The clear-thinking minds in our house prevailed, and I had to watch them crown our 2007 batting champion from home. It was great to see the Venezuelan announcers call each of his at-bats though!
The thing is, I'm not the only one who acts this way--look, there was a whole movie made about someone just like me.
I'm not embarrassed that I sometimes keep score when I'm listening to or watching the game at home. I'm not embarrassed that I stay at the game no matter what. I've stayed at many games that were total wash outs, and I got soaked from head to toe, and we were losing. I wasn't the only one. Actually though, I wouldn't care if I WAS the only one.
I simply cannot leave a game early. If you come to the game with me, you are staying until the game is over, or until the game is called.
Call me stupid, call me lunatic, call me whatever you want. To me, it's all part of loving the game.