I will never forget the last episode of Dawson’s Creek….yep I am getting choked up just thinking about it….I can hear the theme song in my head….ok I digress. Anyways, the night it aired I remember sitting up in my bed and just hysterically crying. It was the ugly cry but worse…I am talking salty tears…a lot of snot everywhere (sexy right?)…THE WORKS! My mom ran in my room and said “OMG ALY ARE YOU ALLRIGHT? I heard you wailing from downstairs!” My response…and without even moving my eyes from the TV: “Yeah…I am just so sad to see them go.” At that point my mom probably should have pulled me out of bed and taken me straight to a room with padded walls.
The waterworks over TV shows has continued throughout my life… When (spoiler alert) Rita died on Dexter…I cried for DAYS…yes DAYS…and still get a little emotional over it. When Friends ended I thought so would my entire world. And don’t even get me started on the (spoiler alert) Lexi dying on Greys Anatomy…I am still mourning.
Call me crazy…no really, you can…but I get so attached when watching these people…not characters…people.
This brings us to sports, and why I should probably just cut it out of my life here and now. I was never into watching sports. In college I would pretend to be into it and just root for a random player to get a guys attention…yeah, when you root for a specific player while cheering for the opposing team it normally doesn’t go over so well.
Well over the last year, my boyfriend has totally without a doubt sucked me into the world of sports….it first started with the Nationals. We went to Florida to their spring training and I followed the team ever since. Not only do I know their names and numbers…but their positions…and little rituals! Oh, and I follow them all on twitter! They never respond to my tweets but I will save that for a different blog. Anyways, I seriously just love them all. Here’s the problem: I am now emotionally invested. I act more like a proud mother of the boys than just a fan of the sport. They are like my new Dawson’s Creek…Pacey and all.
Over the weekend at brunch, Matt and our friend Geoff were talking about the Nats and how Michael Morse might be traded. Without thinking …and totally forgetting we were in public…I said “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.” The guys casually chatted about how it will be good for the team and good for him….inside I was freaking out! How can my (yes, my) Morsey (yes, Morsey) go?! We need his beast mode! <--doing the hand motion now. How are guys ok with players being traded? Will they at least give Morse one last game in the Nats jersey before making his final exit? Does he make a speech on the field to all his fans? Ok I know this is all sounding ridiculous but I just had to get it off my chest...I should probably just stick to shows like Dance Moms and Honey Boo Boo.