Am I the Worst Blogger Ever, or What?

Friendship, like love, is destroyed by long absence, though it may be increased by short intermissions.
— Samuel Johnson

Wow.  So, so sorry about the long absence.  I trust you guys know how it is in the beginning of some relationships, when you want to be together all the time, and other things – even things that were important to you before – fall by the wayside a little bit.  That’s what it’s been like for me these past (almost) 4 weeks now (holy crap, is that really possible?  Doesn’t seem that long).  I think that’s the eternal struggle in a relationship, too, trying not to lose yourself, trying to still be a one even when you’re part of a two.  That’s important to me – I spent a LONG time alone figuring out who I am, and I don’t want to lose that in all of this, as good as all of this is – and I need to do better at saving some time just for me.  So again, I apologize.  I’ve missed you guys around here, but if you have a blog, I promise I’ve been keeping up with you via Reader.

So what’s new?  Well, I saw the Braves play the Nats Saturday night, and – surprise, surprise – they lost, AGAIN.  That is it.  I officially give up.  Every effing time I see them in person, they lose.  What gives?  They were winning into the 6th, and then the wheels came off and it went to extra innings, and with the game tied, 2 outs, bases loaded, full count, the Braves WALKED IN THE WINNING RUN.  Of all the humiliating ways to lose a game, a walkoff walk is right up there.  Ugh.  At least I looked totally cute in my new Brian McCann jersey, though.

Also, during warm-ups, I got as close to my ultimate baseball fantasy as I’m ever likely to:

My two baseball boyfriends, Brian McCann and Mike Hampton, together in one photo.  The only word for that is Yum.

Sunday we went down to Richmond for the penultimate Richmond Braves game ever at The Diamond.

The city won’t build a new stadium, so the big Braves are moving their Triple AAA club to Gwinnet, Georgia, and it’s the end of an era in Richmond.  David and I met Karen and baby Caroline (who really isn’t a baby anymore, even if she still is practically bald) and Nate and the Princess (who was attending her first ever baseball game) on a lovely afternoon.

We spent a couple of hours cheering on the R-Braves, who accomplished what their big league brethren can’t be bothered to while I’m in attendance: they won.  And the atmosphere was fantastic – the crowd was enthusiastic, there were families everywhere, the players were happy, the sun was shining – you really couldn’t have asked for a better day.

There’s more to tell and I hope to get at least one more post up before the weekend, but I just wanted to check in and let you all know I’m not dead!  Thanks for your patience!


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