fantasy baseball draft

Every year for the past four years, I have participated in Fantasy Baseball, but you wouldn’t really know it. I don’t even know it. And last year I won!

However, I think this year may be a little different because we switched from Yahoo to ESPN. Even more importantly, I downloaded the app for my iPhone. And EVEN more importantly than that, I have a good pitching staff this year. (Not quite as good as Joe Blanton and those four guys–as the Little One refers to them–but decent, I think.)

We switched this year from a traditional draft to an auction draft. (And by “we” I mean the Little One decided.) And as The Wrestler said, “this could cause a family to break up.”

My team for 2011:

C Carlos Santana
C Geovany Soto
1B James Loney
2B Blake DeWitt
3B Adrian Beltre
SS Jose Reyes
LF Juan Pierre
CF Andrew McCutchen
RF Jayson Werth
OF Carlos Lee
DH Vladimir Guerrero
SP Clayton Kershaw
SP Roy Halladay
SP Zack Greinke
SP Cole Hamels
SP Chris Carpenter
RP Blake Hawksworth
RP Joakim Soria
RP Huston Street
RP Kenley Jansen
BE Jose Bautista
BE Francisco Liriano
BE Casey McGehee
BE Ted Lilly
BE Adam LaRoche

I think it’s pretty easy to tell where my loyalties lie.

my 2 + 1 new obsessions

This really isn’t meant to be a commercial, but I hate when I read things and there are no links. So, I’m going to go ahead and put the links to my current obsessions.

1. Adobe Digital Editions. I’ve wanted to read John Grisham’s “The Innocent Man” for about three months, but it’s never at the library when I go down there. When I was checking on (stalking) the status of the book yesterday, I noticed that there was an ePub edition available. Then, all I had to do was download the aforementioned Digital Editions, and presto! Book on my computer. I didn’t think I’d be a big fan of reading on a computer, but it’s really not that bad.

2. A foam roller. I’ve written a lot about how I’ve hurt my knee. Turns out that in addition to weak muscles (shocking), I also have a very tight IT band. So I ordered one of these rollers to work the knots out of my leg muscles. They’re really cheap and definitely cheaper than getting a sports massage. I’ve been doing it 3 times a day since it arrived and have found that not only do I have knots on the outer part of my hamstring, but also in the calf of that same leg. I have to be 100% honest and say that for the first two days it hurt so bad that I cried, but five days in, there is a very noticeable difference both in my running stride and in my flexibility.

And the + 1 because I don’t have it. Can-Am Spyder. I seriously think this is just about the most awesome thing ever.

the other side

I made it.

It was supposed to be 6 months, but it turned to 8. I promised I wouldn’t push it past January, but the opportunity was much too great for a clean slate. I finished 40-hour a week contract work and moderating a high school yearbook all yesterday. Funny how both had the same deadline.

I finished at 2 a.m. on Thursday morning for my contract work deadline. (Day 97 in a row without a full day off—today is the first!) I looked out the window of my bedroom and stared at the dark street. I could see the bus stop ad where we stopped that one morning. I think it was around 4 a.m. And we broke into hysterical laughter about the ad for Dos Equis and that “guy.” I told you about the interview I heard where the actor said he was about to quit his dream of acting when he got that first commercial for Dos Equis.

And you couldn’t stop laughing because you said he held onto that dream until he was on the cusp of death.

So, we promised right there. This was the pinky swear night.

No giving up until we’re on the cusp of death.

In your absence I have found my bliss. It is part writing. But it’s mostly creating. It’s a little teaching. It’s freedom–like I guessed when you first asked me. I’ve worked hard days, long days, lots of them. But I work on my own terms–except for teaching 2 hours a day. And I love, love, love it.

I would do every moment of the past 97 days all over again.

I’m proud of myself–which is not common. And I can feel your energy. I know somewhere–you’ve found it, too.

love.

everything happens…

…as it should.

Think about the paths that have made it so the three of us are sitting here having to dinner tonight.

It’s so strange to think about sometimes, and you could have such a hard time if you thought of everything in life that way. I think of it often, but not always.

And I needed it last night.

Suddenly, it was silent. And I could see these two guys and the battle they were having across the table from me. Their glances across the table to see if I would agree with one or the other were the perfect source of amusement. I could see the laughter of the young girls across the table from me. Their teasing. Their hugs.

I love listening to people who love what they do–even if I don’t understand it all. And even though this dinner wrapped a 12-hour day, I was filled with energy. A shorter countdown. And a belief that there are more people who work like I do.

See, it’s not about logging painful amounts of hours. It’s about believing that what you do is a part who you are. There is no separation for me. So, sometimes the line blends between who I am and what I do, and I love that. There is no “outside” me. It’s just me.

And it is wonderful to think about the choices in life that lead you to a dinner table after a  work day, still smiling. Listening to the excited voices of those who love you in their own way because the light you convey in your work loves them.

my life as a runner: are we born to run?

I came across this video on running and have to share it because it says so well things I’ve figured out over the past three years of running.

I’ve been thinking a lot about it during the last three weeks as I haven’t been able to run. My stress level has risen, and headaches have returned along with my red eyes at the end of each day.

I was pretty mad when I had to stop running because it had become the best part of my day. For four to five miles every morning, I didn’t think about a single thing. Without that, I’ve not been myself, but as I wrote before I am appreciative of the time to reevaluate things without running. It’s been a cleanse of many things.

And I’m happiest to say that I was able to run twice this week and with all of the leg-strengthening exercises, I’ve eased into an easy under 10-minute mile. So, all in all it has been a blessing in disguise.

Then, I came across this tonight–a talk by Christopher McDougall.

http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf

oh, the 30 before 30

After much debating and trying to figure out if I would actually have 30 things and reading countless other “30 before 30” lists, I’ve decided two things: 1. I’ve done a good job with lists thus far. 2. Why not?

I turn 29 next month, and I’ve started writing out the list. I have 18 things right now. Initially, I struggled because I thought I would ask various people to do certain things with me, and the answers have been a resounding “NO.”

So, in true me spirit, f— it, I say. It will be more meaningful to me if I do it alone.

I’ve learned, though, that it’s a hard list to make. There are things that I put on it and then think I should be doing that anyway. So, it’s definitely a work in progress.

Stay tuned….I think I’ll publish the list either when it’s done or the week of my birthday, whichever comes first.