So the weirdest thing happened to me today during the ninth inning of Game One of the Yankees/Mets Subway series.
I fell asleep.
I know, I can’t believe it either.
I’m obsessed with baseball, it’s true. Just ask any friend or acquaintance who has had a conversation with me since October. I go around in a weird surreal funk when there’s an off day or a rainout. So for me to shut my eyes and sleep during those brief hours I live for, during a game, is really weird.
Maybe it’s a strange form of denial. How can the Mets be beating us so badly? Does-Not-Compute. System will now shut down. Doctors used to think that was what narcolepsy was, a way for the brain to escape from input it didn’t like. But seems unlikely.
I’m telling myself it has more to do with the fact that I’ve been working too hard, not sleeping enough, and suffering allergies, and less to do with the fact that it was the Yanks who looked like they were asleep tonight. If you haven’t heard the news, the Yanks were down 12-2 when I started to snooze. I woke up just in time to hear Derek Jeter ground into a double play to end the game, then crashed back into oblivion.
I’ll know I’m really in trouble if I can nod off during the game at Fenway I’m going to in two weeks. Seems pretty unlikely, doesn’t it? But just in case, I’ll make sure I get plenty of rest. And maybe if the Yankee bats will wake up, so will I.
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