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    Tuesday, October 04, 2005
    The Sox, The Twin, and Z's Departure
    Worst.Blogger. Ever.

    Yeah, that’s me. I’ve been seriously slacking on the blogging duties. So just to get it out of the way, here’s a general: everything that’s going on in my head, update. I’ll get back to writing daily tomorrow. Promise.

    The Red Sox:

    Well, I spent Friday, Saturday, and Sunday completely glued to the television. Friday was, of course, wonderful. Saturday sucked, Sunday, while it was fun to see the Sox beat up on the Yankees, was essentially meaningless. All it really gave us was the calming idea that while we lost the AL East, we technically tied them, both ending the season with the exact same record.

    But then again, I kind of like being the Wild Card team. I’d much rather be playing the White Sox, in Chicago, than watch the team trek to California to get beat up on by the Angels. I have my concerns. Our pitching staff being the biggest, but I think the Sox can pull this off. I really do. It may be blind optimism talking but 11 is now the magic number. And I will most definitely be watching every pitch.

    It’s sucking to be a Sox fan in the city at the moment though. While we have our safe havens around the city (Phebe’s, 212, the Riv, the Hairy Monk, the list keeps going) this is the time of year when every obnoxious Yankee fan just becomes completely unbearable. I actually got into a screaming fight on Saturday with three Yankee “fans” who were going on and on about the AL East championship. Now, this was probably fueled by more than a few drinks on both my part and his, but I had finally had enough. Usually I just keep walking. The kind of people who will yell at you on the street are not the kind of people you can have an intelligent baseball conversation with. But after a few too many beers I couldn’t keep it in anymore. I spun around on my heel and launched into it.

    “If the AL East is so important and you’ve won 8 of these in a row now, why is it that the last 3 you’ve won have gotten you absolutely nothing? When was the last time you won? Five years ago. Ok, just checking. It’s absolutely amazing to me that you people are still so arrogant after last year. Not only have you not won a World Series recently, you actually made history with how much you sucked in the ALCS last year. But oh yeah, I’m DEVESTATED that we didn’t take the AL East. Cause if we win the Wild Card, God what are we going to do? WC teams don’t win World Series …. Oh wait …”

    Now throughout all this they’re just screaming right back at me. Since I was yelling myself I couldn’t always hear what they were saying, but most of it had to do with 26 rings, 86 years, and can you believe: 1918. So finally I stop yelling and walk back to the crowd. It’s three rather overweight women and one guy. I calmly say, ok, I have to ask because you’re SO vehement about your team. Someone name the starting rotation.

    The girls looked at me like I was nuts. They couldn’t do it. Now, I had taken a gamble here, because if they had rattled them off I would have looked like a total ass. The guy turns to me and goes “Oh they’re not real Yankee fans”.

    “Then tell them to shut the fuck up and stick to arguments they actually know something about.”

    And with that I turned and walked away. Was it mature? Absolutely not. Was it the smartest thing to do ever? I mean, I probably could have gotten my ass kicked. But I was wearing a really short skirt and knee high boots and somehow this game me extra confidence. So no, it wasn’t mature and no, it wasn’t exactly a brilliant idea. But you don’t screw with a drunk Red Sox fan who’s just watched her team lose the division. Even if she is in enemy territory.

    The Twin:

    Been a few ups and downs lately. We’ve been spending a TON of time together, I’ve stayed at his apartment a lot more recently (easier than my place since I have two roommates and he lives alone) and I’ve thoroughly moved past the “worrying too much” issues mainly due to the fact that he’s clearly been making such an effort to hang out with me. For example Saturday night, while completely exhausted from a full day of work, he stayed out with me and had a couple drinks so that he could get to say goodbye to Z who was leaving for London (more on that later). It should be noted that he’d only met Z ONCE, but I think he knew how much she means to me, and how upset I was that she was leaving. And it said a lot to me that even being that tired, and knowing he had to get up at the ass crack of dawn the next day that he still came out with us for a few drinks.

    It’s little things like that that have made me feel a lot better about things recently. But then Sunday night, after seeing Z off at the airport, as I was sitting outside absolutely sobbing because she was gone I gave the Twin a call. I knew he was with a really important client, and I knew the shoot was going to go really late, but I was hoping I could catch him at a slow time or something. His voicemail picked up, ok, fine, I left a rather teary voicemail.

    He didn’t call back until last night.

    This bugged me. I was sitting, by myself, outside an airport, bawling. I needed someone to talk to. I can COMPLETELY understand that he was working. What I DON’T understand is why he didn’t call on his walk from the studio he was at to his company’s studio. Or why he didn’t shoot me an email the next day. Something. ANYTHING. When the girl your dating leaves a teary message on your phone, isn’t the immediate reaction to at least make sure she’s alright? And if it’s not, shouldn’t it be?

    I, of course, wimped out on saying any of this to him last night. He could tell I was upset and he’s not much of a phone talker, but our conversation lasted almost an hour. At the end of it I looked up at the phone and was like “Oh, shit I didn’t even realize”. I felt a little bad because he hadn’t eaten dinner yet, he had called me when he got home last night (somewhere around 9) and it was then almost ten. His response “Don’t worry you sound like you needed that”. And I did. But what I need more was a little more reassurance that he actually did care that I was upset the night before. And I still don’t feel like I got that.

    Z’s departure:

    That’s Z there on the left. Z and I met through the Welshman back in, what, February-sih, at a concert at the Roxy. It’s amazing how, in the span of nine months someone can become so important to you, but she did.

    Z was living in the US on a temporary Visa while she was with a one year internship program. Not finding a job here once the program was over, she was forced to move back to London this week. It’s odd not having her around, already. Sure we can email, sure we can call, but it’s not the same as meeting in the park for lunch, grabbing a beer after work, seeing a show together. I can’t tell her that she’s once again wearing her purse using only one shoulder strap, or have her laugh at the crazy-assed things I do. I can’t make fun of her when she orders a coke and vodka (I mean come on people Coke and VODKA? I literally just shuddered, as I did every time she ordered it).

    Seeing her off at the airport was the worst. It didn’t feel real until she was going through security and I bust out into tears. And as she walked down the hallway, turning back to wave God knows how many times (cause there was no way in hell I was leaving until I couldn’t see her anymore) I just cried even more.

    As mentioned above, I called the Twin, but after leaving a message gave my mom a call. I can’t imagine how pathetic I looked sitting outside Newark Airport, cross-legged on a pylon, literally bawling. Or how ridiculous I looked doing the same thing on the air train connecting the airport to the train station. Or on NJTransit back into the city.

    I know she’ll come visit, and I know we won’t lose touch, but that was a really tough night for me, and I had to do it alone. Usually I pride myself on being ok on my own. This was not one of those nights. All I needed in the world was a hug. Actually to be honest even to this very minute all I need is a hug, and I still haven’t had anyone around to be able to do so.

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    posted by FINY @ Tuesday, October 04, 2005  
    • At 10/04/2005, Blogger Michael Leggett said…

      Finy, Z looks soooo Cute!

      Most Yankee "Fans", drinking another kind of "Juice", like Heineken, actually have NOTHING to brag about, especially since almost none of them, know ANYTHING about Baseball & its' nuances.

      By either, tomorrow or Friday, I'll be @ The Red Sox Pub of my choice, being fueled by Rheingold or Sam Adams, as there's no Narraganset, on sale, anywhere.

      & YOU'll get a Huge HUG, from Me.

    • At 10/04/2005, Blogger BlackJack said…

      mmm short skirt and knee high boots...

    • At 10/04/2005, Blogger Ari said…

      Here is a Hug from Me, No questions asked. I understand your Twin's Dilemna he wants to try to give you some space at the same time make sure he does whats best for you. As for the sox, all I will say not all yankee fans are obnoxious, so just tell the one who are to take their 26 rings and go shine them with their anus. Anyhow good luck with your sox and the twin and the Z.

    • At 10/04/2005, Blogger FINY said…

      Michael: Z IS cute.

      Beejer: Of all the things in that post THAT'S what you choose to focus on? Pull your mind out of the gutter man!

      Ari: But why would the twin feel the need to give me space when that's exactly what I DIDN'T need that night?

    • At 10/04/2005, Blogger Jack Roy said…

      And with that I turned and walked away. Was it mature? Absolutely not. Was it the smartest thing to do ever?... So no, it wasn’t mature and no, it wasn’t exactly a brilliant idea.

      It wasn't mature, and it may not have been smart, but oho, it emphatically was brilliant!

      I just posted about the b.s. tie-breaker sitch. If Cleveland had won their games, the Yanks potentially wouldn't have made the playoffs---doesn't sound like championship stuff to me. But the Yankees have terrible trouble in Anaheim, so I'm content to give them the monkey's paw of the AL East.

      (Quibble: The Angels won their season series against the Yanks, but lost against us 6-4 (2-1, 2-2, 2-1); so New York is on the road but if we'd played the Angels we'd have home field.)

    • At 10/04/2005, Blogger Meegan said…

      My dear FINY,

      The Red Sox: Picturing you telling off three "rather overweight women" and some jackass makes me so happy. This is hilarious and I can totally see you doing this.

      The Twin: That kind of bothers me, too...but maybe he just didn't realize...??? Maybe it's that whole XY chromosome thing.

      Z: I am so sorry, and I wish you had called me! It makes me so sad to picture you at the airport in tears. I really like Z, too, and I barely know her.

      I hope you are feeling better.

      xo, m

    • At 10/04/2005, Blogger BlackJack said…

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    • At 10/04/2005, Blogger Michael Leggett said…

      Z is Cute, & so are You, FiNY.

    • At 10/04/2005, Blogger Long Iron said…

      I know what's like to be a fan in enemy territory. I used to live in Montreal and of course being a Bruin fan in the "Mecca" of hockey was like trying to mix oil and water. Didn't work. And now that I'm in Toronto's territory, most of these people weren't even born the last time Toronto won a cup so not too many meaningful arguments there.

      And as for your friend leaving, I feel truly sad for you. You actually look like sisters!!! I hope you do continue to stay in touch with her.

      Tonight I will dedicate my post to you. Chin up and keep smiling!

      Tons a' hugs to you!

    • At 10/05/2005, Blogger Michael Leggett said…

      "Effectively Erratic": What is that supposed to mean?

    • At 10/05/2005, Anonymous San Diego Johnny said…

      Thanks for being such a great representative of RSN in NYC. Shouting down those CFB MFY fans was great. Go Sox!

    • At 10/05/2005, Anonymous Edmund Dantes said…

      Finy if I wasn't in London right now, I'd drive right down to your place (even go the long way since it's the way I learned on our tour of the Four boroughs) and give you a hug.

      The twin might just be one of those people that aren't certain, don't know how, or get really uncomfortable trying to comfort someone in the state you say you were in. He might still be afraid he doesn't know the best way to comfort you and doesn't want to make it worse by doing something that will upset you more. He might be the type that goes humor route to cheer people up, and he might not feel comfortable going that way for fear of actually making it worse. Still it is a little off, but I think it might just be a time thing where he needs to learn the best ways to help you when you are upset.

      If that makes any sense at all.

    • At 10/05/2005, Blogger Z said…

      I cried when I read the blog yesterday -- in fact, it's only right now I could bring myself to write back! I cried all the way through customs, waiting for the plane and then almost all the way back to London. I miss you already! But I'll be back so soon.. And I'm not really appreciating the comments against my beloved Vodka Coke -- you never even tried it!

    • At 10/05/2005, Blogger Itchy said…

      I agree with Edmund...some guys just really don't know what to do when us women folk start the water works - so they avoid it. Not the best tactic in the world but it's one some are comfy with.

      Some guys don't come from emotionally open families and therefore don't know how to deal with people who are. So many things come into play in our relationships it's a wonder anyone gets along with anyone...

      and after reading your post and Z's comment - I don't think you guys need to worry about not keeping in touch. :D

    • At 10/05/2005, Blogger april said…

      I'm with Jack Roy, it was BRILLIANT!! If I were a Yankee fan, a drunk one at that, I probably would've picked a sexy Sox fan in a short skirt and knee high boots to fuck with too. I know you gave them way more than what they bargained for.

      As for the Twin, I don't know if he's anything like me, but sometimes I don't check my messages right away. It may be the next day, or the next week. Especially if it's from someone who calls me frequently. Since he was with a client, he could have had his phone off and not turned it back on. HOWEVER, he knew that Z was leaving and he KNEW you were taking her to the airport so in my "womanly" opinion he should've called. YES, you are correct he should've called you. Some men don't know these things (aparently) and need things written in black and white. Ya pickin' up what I'm throwin' down?

      As for Z leaving, OH I feel for you and know how you feel. When I left my friends in Florida to move here, I was TORN! After 5 years I still have bouts of home-sickness. Some friends just getcha, right off the bat and your 9 months probably seemed like your life time. That kind of friendship doesn't come often. So I know you've already gotten a bunch of blog hugs, but I'm giving you another one.


    • At 10/05/2005, Blogger Esther said…

      April took my idea. I need to give you a big hug and I'm sorry I haven't been at work the last two days to be able to run over to your office and give you the hug you needed. I'm back in the morning, so give me a call if you need one! In the meantime HUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGG!!!!

      And by the way, I could totally picture you telling those girls off, and the fact that you were wearing a short skirt and knee-high boots totally helped - they're empowering :-)

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