So I've found myself with a great deal of free time as of late. My summer internship finally ended Monday and unlike during the first half of the season, I'm single. Usually this would mean a lot more baseball watching. But something funny seems to be happening.
I find myself struggling to give a damn. And Horace Greeley was completely right, apathy is a sort of living oblivion.
Somewhere between the sun going down and the day shift leaving Moe Joe's, I realized the baseball game was on. And then I realized I haven't actually watched more than about 20 minutes of a game in over a week. I've been more interested in darts, watching old episodes of the Venture Brothers, and reading old comic books than I have the White Sox. And that's weird for me.
When people ask me what my hobbies are, watching baseball has been my number one with a bullet for a few years now. But this season...this fucking season, I just don't seem to have it in me.
The TV that the game was on last night had a weird messed up feed that cut off the top score/innings line. When I looked up from the round of PBR's I was buying, I had no idea what was happening in the game. There was no context. I chuckled and walked back to the dart board to finish in second place for the fifth or sixth time of the night. Essentially I was the White Sox last night: good enough to hang around, but not good enough to actually do anything. Another returned expat approached me in the corner I play darts in asking me about the score and what the hell is wrong with the team. I shook my head, drank my beer and shrugged my shoulders.