It’s that time of year…
The World Series, that is. Did you think something different? No, in the Flynn household, there are two magical days of the year, both baseball oriented: One, when pitchers and catchers report, and two, Opening Day. The beginning of the World Series is also a very important day, but also a sad one, because it’s the beginning of the end of the baseball season. And there’s nothing sadder than a baseball fanatic faced with the end of the Series. Believe me, it’s tragedy at its highest.
But it’s also a grand time of the year for me, the World Series. The series means that I can conduct experiments. What kind, you ask?
Over the years (and I have known the Hub since 1977, so it’s decades of observation and experimentation we’re talking about), I have discovered that I can tell the Hub anything — and I MEAN anything — while the games are on, and he will not remember a single thing. I have discovered that unless it’s something that demands immediate action (example: “The house is on fire!” “Yeah, he’s pitching like it!” “NO! THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!”)(Just an example, but you get my drift), nothing about it is retained in the brain of the baseball fanatic. And lest you think I’m exaggerating, I am not.
It occurred to me (not quickly, mind you) that this wasn’t necessarily a matter of frustration; for example, I found it a great time to mention casually that I just bought a $350 purse, which he only found out about when he saw the credit card bill, weeks later. (It was a wonderful purse, it’s still in great shape fifteen years later, in my own defense. On the other hand, this anecdote isn’t making me out in the best light. Forget this one.)
Come to think of it, no matter what experiment I tell you about, it’s not going to look great for me. So let me just close with this advice: Use these golden moments wisely, the spouses of all those who follow Doubleday’s game. Make sure there’s nothing that requires conversation. decision, or a spouse, or at least find out if it can wait a while.
And get ready for the post-Series doldrums. Something fun! Even if it’s not baseball!
As for me, I’m getting my writing time in. It’s peace and quiet time for me, as it should be for you!
Eilis Flynn
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