I have a bit of personal good news, though it’s technically still too early to tell. I wound up getting an appointment at a DO’s office yesterday, and had it confirmed that I have true sciatica; the 4th and 5th lumbar vertebrae are doing little dance on the largest nerve in my body. So he sent me home with the suggestion that physical therapy is no longer really needed because this has to work itself out, and several prescriptions. Your humble narrator is now doing steroids for the next ten days! I promise not to destroy the evidence, but by April 8th my 300-level from-the-stands glovework should be fantastic! Bring it on, foul ball hitters! All jest aside, I am hoping this does me some good, and have embraced the possibility of crutches or wheelchairs out east, though it will absolutely have to depend on how I’m feeling by next weekend. To try and even out all this medical nonsense (I have been in doctor’s offices and clinics more in the past two weeks than ever in my life, it feels like), I went and picked up my new jersey. I don’t really have a lot of money right now, but something positive was needed. So I had Tom drive me after work to STT Sports, and picked up my custom-lettered Mariners togs:
I promise that in no way does this indicate that my head has gotten too big; I have been wanting to do this for ages, even when I had a larger lull in writing last year; it just didn’t feel like the right time. This also means I am now out of custom things I wanted to put on jerseys. I guess I could do my own name, but that feels like a little too much like wearing a “Hello, My Name Is ____” sticker, and I’m not sure I want to do that; though it does put a crimper on any plans I might have had for a custom Sounders jersey…plus, it might cause some vague hilarity while I’m sitting in left field this summer.
Jerry Brewer has a new article up, echoing my sentiments from the other day about bringing up players too early, though he targets Roenis Elias specifically. I am hoping Elias sees a few starts, then Hisashi Iwakuma and Taijuan Walker feel better and come back, and Elias can spend more time in Tacoma working any possible kinks out. It might not work like that, and it might, so I am hoping that the Mariners are truly intending to use Elias like they should: as a sort of Band-Aid while the rotation we were meant to have heals. Again, as we get closer and closer to Opening Day, I harbor no great expectations for this team, but honestly I would be thrilled if we hit .500 or over. My glory days are 2009.
So every summer since I think 2010, my family comes up from Baker City and Portland OR, and we go to a Saturday night or Sunday afternoon ballgame. We try and sit in some good seats, get there early to enjoy some beer in The Pen, and my mother gets her yearly baseball hot dog. It has been planned for this year, to now include my sister-in-law’s sister and husband, who live up in Bellingham. It’s a lot of fun, and something we are guaranteed to do as family unit, since both Tom’s and my brother’s wife Allison’s parents live out east, so holidays are kind of hit-or-miss depending on vacation time and whose turn it is to host. This last year, we went towards the very end of the season, during Fan Appreciation Night on a Friday, which was also a fireworks night and a Felix Hernandez start. I try to get the most bang for my buck. We got Terrace Club seats, and I actually won a jersey, which has never happened in like, ever.
My brother, giving me stink-eye. We generally spend some time watching batting practice, until my mother can’t stand standing anymore, and then we go sit and drink beer by the fire over center field. I think this bit is becoming a slight tradition as well.
A really awful photo of me and the Moose! I’d like to get a better one some day. I have lost a few pounds, and have a new jersey to show off, y’know. Also hoping to get a picture with the Orioles Bird; I am not super big on getting my picture taken with people or things, but the Bird is an actual goal. I have to admit that I am a little terrified of the Phanatic, however…
My mother, sitting in The Chair of Royalty. One thing I love about this chair is that no matter how crowded it might be, people will actually stop in their tracks or attempt to walk around the back of whomever is taking the picture. It creates this weird sort of public barrier of respect which is both amazing and wonderful and I love it.
I neglected to get any shots of Allison or her sister and brother-in-law. I think I might have gotten some video on my phone, but I don’t currently have time to upload that. This year, it is going to be difficult to choose a game, given that I am running low on vacation time due to the couple days I spent off work last week due to my back, and Tom has quite a few trips out of state for work. But we’ll figure something out, even if it means that we have to wait again until September. It’s one of my favorite parts of any given year, and I wouldn’t miss it for the world.