But that means I'm staying up later than I usually do (sometimes till as late as 10:30, 11:00 p.m, on a school night!), which leaves my flat Irish @$$ tired of a morning; and worse still, it leaves me little spare time to do anything else. And the Phillies-related infringement on my spare time is even worse because Ian is excited that the Phillies are doing well, too, and so when I get home from work, he's like, "Dad, let's go out back in the field and you hit me pop-ups." And I'm like, "Have you done your homework?" And he's like, "Way to suck, Dad!"
So then I have to help him with his homework and then maybe we'll eat dinner and then I'll say, "Okay, Ian, we can play, but only twenty minutes, because I'm tired!" And then we'll play for an hour. Then come in and it's nearly 7:00 p.m. or maybe already past and then the Phils are on, and even if they're not on TV, I'll "watch" them downstairs on my Mac and Ian will join me.
And so like two weeks ago, while working the Reference Desk, I got into a discussion with one of the other Reference Librarians here and the library had just received the new Jonathan Franzen book, Freedom, and this other librarians was singing the praises of The Corrections and I said, "Yeah, I've never read any Franzen, but I always meant to." And of course, as always happens when a popular author releases a new book, all copies of Freedom in the library system are checked out and they have like a bajillion holds on them. So people start checking out the author's older titles; and so of course all of our copies of The Corrections are out and have many holds on them now too.
But so like this other librarian brings in her personal copy of The Corrections and lends it to me. And soon after that, we (me; Ian; Teh 'Bride) went on our weekend vacation to the shore and I started reading The Corrections late on Saturday afternoon and by the time we came home on Sunday evening, I had read about 110 pages of it because it's really good.
Well, thanks to the Phillies, I'm still reading it (I'm about 380 pages in now; it's over 550 pages in length). And in the meantime, I have like 7 other books, mostly novels, sitting on my night table, mocking me. Will you ever get to us, you luuuuuzer? And I'm like, I swear, once the Phillies win the World Series, I will read ALL of you!
Because like a month ago, jiif recommended The Death of Bunny Munro by Nick Cave, and I took it out and was going to read it after I finished The Kraken, but started The Corrections instead, and now Bunny has come due and I tried to renew it but someone fucking has a hold on it so I have to return it tomorrow. And today I just got in The Thousand, which I don't even remember putting a hold on, and I already have out The Help, Broom of the System, and Brilliant: The Evolution of Artificial Light; plus about three other books that I own that I have been trying to get to but that I keep having to shift to the bottom of the pile.
I'm also like two weeks behind on my Daily Shows and Colbert Reports.
And it's all because of the Phillies.
Who haven't even clinched the division yet.
As I'm running the last part of my 8-mile run on Saturday, Ian joins me for the last loop back to our house because he just got this new Phillies jersey and these new cleats:
He and Teh 'Bride found that Ryan Howard jersey at some store for TEN BUCKS!1! Stupid luuzer store-owner was selling Mets and Yankees stuff for real money, but the Phillies stuff? Pffft! TEN BUCKS!1! So Now Ian has a Howard, Halladay AND Utley jersey. He's going to be a Phillie for Halloween, but it remains to be seen just which one.
_______________________________I managed to run 7.11 miles in the rain today, so if I can manage another 12 miles between now and the 30th, I'll make it to 100 for the month.
1 By this I merely mean that we get New York's stupid fucking channels, which means I could watch Mets games all seasons; and/or Yankees games, but I, being a Philly boy, dislike the former and actually kinda hate the latter because the latter - i.e., the Yankees - are kinda the Darth Vaders of baseball and I've never understood why anyone who doesn't live in the Bronx would like them or root for them. I understand why Bronxers root for them; it's their team, based where they live. But I am always genuinely surprised when I learn of someone from, say, Idaho or Iowa coming out and admitting to being a Yankees fans: "The Yankees are in the World Series this year and MAN I really hope they win, not because I hate the other team, but because I really like the Yankees!1!" To me, this is the baseball equivalent of learning that a little child has been abducted and choosing to root for the abductor. There is just something fundamentally wrong with liking the Yankees (unless you're from the Bronx).
Plus, the Yankees play in the American League, aka, the girl league, where pitchers don't have to bat because they're pussies and so they go and get their bigger bodyguard boyfriends to bat for them. And so it's a good thing for American League players that, in baseball, you get to grab a bat every once in a while because that probably makes up for the fact that these guys just don't have dicks.