Tagged: move

what happened??

I leave and the team goes through a five game losing streak? Where’s the Red Sox? 

It’s nice to come back to a game where Lester shows his stuff. A 9 inning shut-out. Good going, kid.

On other news.. I’m slowly settling into my new home in Thailand. Upon my first week here, I met a coworker who is a self-proclaimed Red Sox fan. He has the Bahstan accent so perhaps he really is fan enough to match me.

But my belongings are still en route, leaving me to live out of my suitcase for a while longer. *sigh* And we didn’t have success setting up Slingbox before I left. We’ll have to wait until my brother goes home to set it up. As soon as he does, Red Sox watching parties, it’s totally on! At least on the weekends.

Must. Take. Deep. Breaths.

No, not Red Sox related. Although looking at the score was painful enough.

More as an update to my more sporadic posting as of late. Movers show up Monday. Plane tickets have been booked for two weeks after packing out.

Instead of methodically sorting my belongings, I’ve cramming my scheduling with social events to say farewell to my family and friends. No bright but I can’t see to help myself. On top of that, I’m working through of a list of “Things I must do in DC before I leave”. That includes a Nationals game against the Giants tonight.

So. I. A.m. P.a.n.i.c.k.y. R.i.g.h.t. N.o.w.

And the Red Sox isn’t enough of a catharsis for me. Not by a long shot.

I am alive. I will resume posting. I just can’t afford much time right now. So, enjoy the month of June.

Considering my options

of how to watch the Red Sox from abroad.

Here’s the list I’ve come up with at this point. Any suggestions welcome:

– Continue the status quo of checking into Boston.com, Redsox.com, and occaisional game casts on espn.com
– Open a MLB.com subscription
– Get slingbox set up and tied to NESN back at my folks’
– Get Japanese cable
– Keep blogging

Ugh. Either way, it’s going to take more work. Sometimes, to the point I have to ask if it’s worth the hassle. I hope so. Because sometimes I feel like fans give so much more than they need to.

Yes, I’m still in a rotton mood about yesterday’s game.

Brother was in Vegas earlier this week. I asked him to put in a bet for me. $20 on the odds that the Cubs with be the National League champions.

Dear readers,

Please exercise patience and bear with me over the next several of months. I just purchased my one-way tickets out of the country. And it will be a hectic time. Between juggling work and attending to personal and family issues, I’m lucky if I remember to pull up a browser to even check the scores, let alone set up my XM radio to follow the game.

I just got a letter in the mail from XM reminding me that the credit card on their files is due to expire soon and to call or go online to update my account info. It is actually taped on my fridge as a reminder to cancel my account prior to packing out.

This morning, I went, for the first time in my life, to see a lawyer. There’s something sobering about getting a living will drawn up when you have yet to reach 30 years of age. And more so when your own parents have never taken the time to write wills of their own. I walked out of the building with the resolve to haul my parents’ butts into a lawyer’s office before I leave and force them to sort out their issues. It had been my intent to have my papers drawn up by a Boston area lawyer so I can coerce my parents to accompany me and get theirs done. I was turned away and advise to see a local lawyer who is familiar with the inheritance and probate laws of my state of residency, Virginia. Given that my father just underwent a major surgery less than a month ago, I only got angrier at him for being blasé enough to not attend to having a will. How can he lecture me on my keeping my affairs in order?

On the other hand, I recently did my baby cousin a favour and got her in touch with a few federal agents to talk to her about their jobs. The college kid is considering going into federal law enforcement and seemed super impressed by my connections. I admit, it feels good to be adored a bit, even if it’s by someone so impressionable.

It’s been and going to continue being a rollercoaster of sorts, especially emotionally. There’s nothing like an international relocation to make me realise as much as I talk about my childhood home of Boston that I really have grown very deep roots here in DC. And despite all my blathering about being independent and self-reliant, I have an incredible support network of family and friends that have helped me stand on my two feet.

Yea, it’ll be a busy few months. I will stay with the Red Sox as soon as I resume some sort of a routine. 

Angst, Angst indeed.   

Life gets in the way

I will be missing at least the beginning of the game tonight. It’s the Saturday before Halloween, MLB. We normal people have social obligations and commitments. I almost completely forgot about the party tonight. I didn’t even start thinking about a costume. I briefly debated going as a Red Sox fan but I can hear my friends’ voices in my head chorusing that I wasn’t even trying. And they’d be right. It’s not a costume. It’s what I already am.

I am beginning to feel old. The last costume I wore was back in fifth or sixth grade, when Mum made a pumpkin costume for me. For her, it was the first time she tried to sew anything other than patching up clothing. For me, it was homemade and going to be so. wicked. I was so excited to put it on. Then I dropped the separate green collar and bent down to pick it up. I don’t know who was more heartbroken about the riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip sound from the inseam, Mum or me.

So, decades later, I got talked into going to costume party, and into missing part of the World Series. I am leaving the country after all and when’s the next time I’d be really able to enjoy Halloween festivities. *sigh* They’re right. So, I puckered up my good sportsmanship and RSVP’d. After hours of racking my brain and tossing and rejecting ideas, I’m settling with going as a gypsy. Ironically, this preppy kid has enough junk in the closet to assemble such an outfit.

Today is gorgeous. It has rained nonstop for three days. I left a kitchen trash bin outside. I had rinsed it off because it was getting smelly but left it outside because it had started raining. Today, it’s three-quarter’s full and the sun finally comes out. Not that it has any correlation to the weather at Coors Field. I love fall. I love the four season climate. And I’m enjoying this fall to its best. The rain has turned the grass green again, and forced the leaves to change colour and start falling. Yes, it’s definitely baseball season. And I’m going to miss this part of American living.

There, I’ve announced it. I am moving out the country next summer. That’s how I came up with using “expat” so often. I’m no longer in New England as it is but it’s not that far from home. But next year, I’ll be moving, literally, to the other side of the globe. That’s what got me to start blogging, as a way to reach out and tap into the baseball fan community. I figured I might as well give it a shot see if blogging sits well with me and I stick to it. So far, so good, and hopefully the hobby will establish itself and grow before I leave. There won’t be many in the part of the Far East I’m going. I could always visit Taiwan and Japan, now big baseball fans, thanks to Dice-K and Wang, to catch some coverage, but, really.

I won’t be able to bump into other masses of Red Sox fans disgruntled about the local Irish bar not playing the game on tv and immediately befriend them to join them in a hunt for another location. (Yes, that happened on Thursday). I’m fearing the worst… that I would become a lone duck out there. Thank heavens for the Internet.

So, Red Sox, play one last great series for me. And I’ll tough it out and proudly represent you all the way on the other side of the globe when I get out there.

Can it be so?

Yippee!!!! Lookit! Ellsbury get a chance to play a full game, instead of just replacing Manny in the end of the winning games.

                     

I’m sorry it is at the expense of Coco Crisp. But with talent like Ellsbury, it’s a waste to have him sitting on the bench the entire series. It’ll be interesting to see how the outfield plays out through what is left of the Boston postseason as well as through next year’s spring training.

                  

Speaking of spring training… with my pending move coming up, I’m contemplating a trip down to watch spring training. It’ll be a while before I get easy access to any professional baseball. And it’s unlikely I’ll have a chance to visit Fenway for a long time.

                     

I’m booked tonight and tomorrow. Bummer. No parking my butt at home just to follow the game(s). I’ll just have to pop my head in every sports bar in the way to get the gist of the score and the momentum. Scream like there’s no end, Fenway, because we’ve been rather quiet as of late. I can’t help much from afar, but the ballpark visitors better be on their rowdy feet.

                   

Bill Meuller is throwing the first pitch. Now there’s a name I haven’t heard in a while. I see some similarities between Meuller and Lowell, bot in how they play as well as how they carry themselves. We’ve been lucky with our third basemen. Welcome back, Meuller.