I have a blog!

Some of you may be wondering what this is or why I am doing this. The truth is, I'm not sure myself. I also know that my Mom's dog will probably read this more than any human being. Blogs are pointless. Blogs are stupid. Blogs are selfish. Really, does anyone want to hear me whine and complain about things? Probably not. Do I really have anything profound or special to say? No, I don't. At least nothing that someone more qualified on an established site could say. Is my blog going to be special? Absolutley not. I am neither clever nor witty nor connected to people that can give me juicy stuff, which successful blogs have. But I guess that isn't the point. One of the reasons I am doing this (or at least attempting) is to keep in touch with some people that I don't see or talk to very often. People I really miss and wish I could talk to more. With school and work, I don't really have a lot of time for this, so my posts will probably be few and far between. And that's probably a good thing because Dexter doesn't know how to read yet.

But the main reason I am doing this is for myself. Sort of a sounding board for my own frustrations and venting purposes. I don't like whining to people about things that bother me, because it serves no purpose. I'm not correcting the problem, and I'm simply sounding like a child when things don't go my way. So if nothing else, I'm whining to myself, putting my thoughts on paper and absolving anyone I know of listening to me complain. So you can read my posts, laugh at me (or simply ignore me) and then move onto something far more important.

But the last reason I am doing this is for my emotional status. That's right. My favorite baseball team, the White Sox. They are having a dream season and limping to the finish line, causing Sox fans angst and depression. I'm not going to lie. I don't know why this is, but the Sox cause me more excitement and more depression than any other sports team I so passionately follow. The Bears in the Super Bowl two years ago didn't do to me what the Sox do. And I've never understood why. They're not enjoyable to watch. They lose when they should win, and they lose when they should lose. They play the game the wrong way, they're frustrating, and they're entirely predictable.

But maybe that's why I love them as much as I do. Because when they prove me wrong, its one of the greatest feelings in the world. Like in October '05. Even though they won 99 games, I expected them to fall short in the playoffs. But they proved me wrong, and each series they won felt more and more incredible. I'm still convinced it was an immense fluke. The rest of the league sucked that year, and the Sox had way too many balls bounce their way; way too many calls go their way. October '05 was the greatest month of my life. That entire month revolved around them. Waking up in the morning was a great feeling. Food tasted better. Getting drunk was more fun. It was a month I'll never forget. That's why I'm so invested in them right now. I want them to prove to me that '05 wasn't that fluke I think it is. I want them to at least make a run in October with a lot of the guys from that '05 team.

But this season has been an emotional roller coaster. A lot of highs. A lot of lows. They're hanging on by a knuckle hair. My emotional state is not healthy right now. The wins make me anxious. The losses make me catatonic. And right now, as they limp to the finish line with a slim lead, I don't know if I'll make it. I live and die with this team. And I know it's not healthy. So that's what this blog is. A way for me to doubt the wins and cry over the losses, like any Chicago fan does. With each of the final 12 games of this season, this is where I'll whine and complain, to save certain people from me either calling or texting them. Because I know they don't want to hear it. I can yell to myself here until my heart's content. This will be my sounding board for all my vents, all my complaints, and all my joyus exclamations, should there be any. If you want to read it, cool. If not, that's cool too.

So this is temporary. Probably will run through the end of the season. So that way, should the Sox blow this, you'll know what building I jump off of. And should they somehow hang on, you'll know how much booze to pump out of my stomach.