Sick and Tired

You would have thought that yesterday would have been nearly perfect. Not only did the Diamondbacks win 8-4 ensuring that Diamondbacks fans in attendance would not starve at least for one day thanks to a Taco Bell chalupa but the game also ended a 3-game losing streak and gave Randy Johnson career victory 287 tying him with Bert Blyleven for 26th place all time. But something just was not right. My stomach was definitely not feeling well rolling over like the Rockies offense. I of course chalked this up to the fact that I tried something different at the concession stands rather than my normal Chase Field dining routine. I didn’t think it was the food though, this was something much deeper.


As the game wore on I felt worse and worse. I was texting Trina giving her my symptoms and asking for advice. She was of course worthless as all she kept saying was, “Just come home”. Hello, the game wasn’t over! How am I supposed to just stand up and leave when the game is still going on? No, I stuck it out but by the time I left Chase Field I was definitely not feeling well. Usually I’ll go home after a game and enter the box score and of course update the results of the Circle K Hot Dog Derby. But last night I just didn’t feel up to it. I walked upstairs and crashed. Sometime during the night my body said enough was enough and decided to rid itself of whatever was ailing it. I spent the better part of the night being sick. It’s funny, I have a Diamondbacks batting jersey I wear to bed along with a pair of Diamondbacks shorts. When I felt myself being sick the only thing I could think of was that there was no way I was going to throw up while wearing a Diamondbacks jersey. I immediately took off my pajamas and went to the drawer and retrieved whatever I could find. It was dark and I didn’t think Trina would appreciate it if I turned on the light to find something to wear so I dressed in the dark before retreating to the bathroom to begin being sick. I wore a path from the bed to the bathroom each time feeling sicker and sicker. I finally crashed and was able to get a few hours of sleep. When I woke up I was somewhat disoriented not exactly sure where I was. I got up and went to get a drink. My stomach hurt from being sick and I looked in the mirror to see if I was still alive. It was then that I noticed that in the dark recesses of my drawer I had pulled out a Colorado Rockies jersey that I had bought back in 1993. No wonder I was so sick! I’ve spent the better part of the day trying to recover. After all, there is a game tonight and I don’t want to miss it. Hopefully this won’t go to extra innings, I am not sure how I would be able to survive that.


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