It's almost true that it feels like home here in Austin. I say that with more confidence than I would have 48 hours ago when it was still 85 degrees and humid. It's cooled down significantly and it's about 75 out right now. 75 feels cool, it's sunny, and it (almost) smells like fall is supposed to smell. I've gotten into a pretty good routine of school, school, and more school Monday - Friday, and party, football, and party on the weekends. The next two weekends are major. Tomorrow is #1 Texas vs. #11 Mizzou here in Austin, and next weekend is Texas vs. Oklahoma State.
But really, as usual in October, the story for me right now is baseball-related. The Sox came back to win after being down 7-0 in the 7th inning in an elimination game at Fenway against the Rays. I can't say that I maintained faith in them. I was tired, I was annoyed, and I went home from the bar where I was watching when they were down. I checked espn.com an hour or so later and the headline was "Here Comes Boston". The score was 7-6 in the 8th. They eventually tied it, and then JD Drew was responsible for the game-winning RBI. Unbelievable. I absolutely would not have believed anyone that told me that was going to happen, and for that I have apologized to the baseball gods and begged for their forgiveness. Now I am faced with another dilemma that comes with being a multi-sport fan during the overlap times... kickoff for Texas/Mizzou is 7pm Central time. First pitch in the Trop is 8:07 Eastern.
My rationale for going to the football game without guilt is two-fold. For one, this is the football game with the most implications that I have ever been able to see in person. Granted, if we keep winning, Texas/OSU might matter more, but for now.. this is the biggest game I've ever been to. And two, the Sox came back when I stopped watching. My Crisp t-shirt has no mojo. My Manny t-shirt has no mojo. Maybe I just need to be a silent investor in the Sox right now. Not yelling at TVs in bars, but keeping Papi, and Pedroia, and Pap, and Drew in my mind while they're playing... (and of course keeping tabs on the various mobile devices of my friends).
I need time to adjust to the fact that fall is not going to feel like fall. I keep seeing pictures of foliage in people's facebook albums and when I sit inside my apartment and look outside to crisp blue skies, I expect to walk into that clean-smelling cool air that hits your face in a way that makes you want warm cider. I am not used to wearing shorts in October, and my cozy sweaters and corduroy sit neglected in my closet. I haven't worn my boots yet, and wearing my tweed jacket yesterday was a stretch. I have little hope that I will wear my leather before Christmas, and possibly at all. There is a package of caramel apples sitting at the post office for me, so that should make the next 85 degree day a little more bearable.
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any stuffies in that care package?
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