The Indians are on in Chicago, but here they just call it an away White Sox game. Thankfully the Sox are doing horribly ;) Kyle Says the White Sox commentators are the worst, they're pretty bad. So I turn on WTAM 1100 on line, but they're broadcasting the Cavs game. All of the sudden I've turned into my father, one game is on the t.v. on Mute while the other is on the radio. Both Cleveland teams and both actually winning, the high light of my day.
The Cavs just did a back to back sweep in the playoffs, I know NO ONE that reads this is a basketball fan and would rather see me write some drivel about music...but I am so gosh darn excited! I mean this would be the first time in 60 years that Cleveland has won a Championship title....I dunno but I would hope that that would do something for Cleveland's attitude towards itself.
Now I'm sitting here by myself in my Chicago living room watching the Indians play, we're winning at the top of the 9th and Progressive feild is barely full of die hard fans braving the freakishly cold weather to watch their team win for once, ah Cleveland.
I've had an almost purely nostalgic relationship to sports for most of my life. Mostly because I'm a very Non-competitive person. Baseball was the sport my Father taught me and my sisters enough that we'd half heartedly play in the front lawn. Basball is the game that was a big treat to go to as a kid. One of my most favorite things to do in the woooorld is go to an Indians game, buy 2 hot dogs and a big bag of peanuts and end up with a huge mess of shells at my feet and a fresh burn on my cheeks. The Cavs didn't start doing really well until right before I went to College, I didn't go to my first game until I had already graduated and left for Chicago, But one of my favorite memories of this past year is going to the first pre-season game with my Dad, floor seats, hot dogs, Great Lakes Dortmunder and a loss against The Raptors. Now we're the best team in the league with the MVP and a city ready for a championship. I'm excited-d-d-d-d.
I don't know how to write about sports hahaha. Not to mention I haven't felt like myself lately and the playoffs has been a quick happy retreat for me to watch/listen to/read about.
Too bad I'm a little terrified of Cubs fans, otherwise I'd indulge in my peanut endeavor here in Chicago more often.
Ok that's enough of that.
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don't throw out the shells! eat the whole thing at once, without peeling the shell off. so good.
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