Showing posts with label NLCS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NLCS. Show all posts

Friday, October 17, 2014

Even Numbered Years

I've been saying this all year and people have treated me quite badly for it, but today I am close to vindication! This decade, the even numbered years are owned by my San Francisco Giants.

They won the National League Championship Series tonight and will be heading to the World Series to play the Kansas City Royals.



The World Series. For the third time in five years.  Can you say "dynasty?"

I have a good friend who is a Royals fan, and it's pretty exciting for both of us that our teams will be playing each other in the World Series. I don't think either of us thought it would ever happen, but here we are. It's just awesome.

Okay, now that I got that out of my system.......

Don't forget! The PWK migration off Blogger is coming.  It will happen this weekend on either Saturday or Sunday, so be prepared.

The official new URL will be 

If you go there now, you'll see an empty WordPress theme, but over the next few days, it will start to take shape and then on either Saturday or Sunday I'll attempt the migration.  By then, http://shackledkat.com should also point to the new site.

Yes, we're really doing this. Our new home is going to be fantastic!


Now, Prowlers, I have a question for YOU.  Since we are at a new beginning, we can make this place into whatever we want it to be.  Do you have any ideas?  What would you like to see more of?  What do you like best about PWK that you want to make sure we continue? Is there anything we should let go of?

Tell me in the comments.....

Monday, October 15, 2012

Dumped for the Giants

I was planning to meet JJ today.  It has been a while since we saw each other and I've missed him. I'm not talking about sex right now; I'm talking about seeing him face to face and talking. I miss that the most when we can't get together for a long period of time. He's become a friend over the past year and a half.

I had my alibi for work all prepared.  I was about to leave the office to meet at the time we agreed, but I decided to text him first to make sure he was already on the road since he had farther to travel than I did.

His reply came back. "Call me."

My heart sank. That's the reply I get when I'm about to be let down and he wants to explain himself. I didn't want to call. I wanted to respond, "No. I'll see you in 30 minutes.  Tell me then." But I didn't. I called.

It was exactly as I expected. He wasn't going to make it. His excuse, though, was a good one, probably the only that would have been even close to acceptable to me today. He had a chance to attend the Giants game tonight - Game 2 of the NLCS - and he needed to be in the bay area (with his wife) in a couple of hours to go with the group that had invited them.

He asked me, "You would do the same thing, wouldn't you?" He already knew the answer to that.  Of course I would!

But that didn't make me feel any better.

I stayed as cheery as possible and encouraged him to have a great time and send me some photos from the game.

As I hung up, I wanted to cry, but I didn't.  I'm at work. I can't be crying over this or anything else right now.

I think it hit me so hard because there's a lot of disappointment in my life these days.  Daunt has become more and more distant and what once was the main supportive relationship in my life feels more like an acquaintanceship now. As the distance between me and JJ grows (and the time between our meetings grows), it feels a lot like another friend is slipping away. And that makes me sad.

But I know that all relationships change.  That's life. They ebb and flow and sometimes they drift away completely. As I welcome new friends into my life I have to let go of those that want to move away. Nothing stays the same for very long.

So, that was the undercurrent for me to JJ's announcement that he wasn't going to meet me today because he had a chance to go to the Giants game. I do want him to go and I do want him to have a great time. Really.

The good news is that I wasn't dumped for work or another woman or chores or problems at home.  I was dumped for the San Francisco Giants and the NLCS.

And I can't blame him for that.