32 Years.

I just watched the Dodgers win the World Series.

It happened while donning my Kershaw jersey, sitting next to my dad in a quiet, empty local restaurant. We shared a beer and a pizza, all while I talked his ear off about stats and players. I couldn't imagine celebrating any other way.

My Dad and I at a Dodger game in Giants territory— September 30th 2016

My Dad has been a Dodger fan all of his life, and he instilled that losing fandom in me (not a losing franchise anymore huh!). What better way could I have celebrated that win?

Although super excited about the dub, I wasn’t able to scream, because it wasn’t the vibe in a NorCal SF Giants lovin’ town… but that’s okay.

I am absolutely ecstatic for Clayton Kershaw to finally get this win after breaking his postseason curse. Without him, the Dodgers franchise wouldn’t be the same, and now with a legal* championship under his belt, I hope that people take his game more seriously in the postseason.

I am also so stoked that Corey Seager won MVP of the Series and MVP of the league. He deserves it. 

To add to this player appreciation segment, I bet the Red Sox aren’t feeling too good about trading Mookie right about now, who, minus the error in game 4, was definitely a frontrunner for the MVP award.

Image courtesy of the Dodgers official instagram page

Just to keep it short and sweet, it means the world to me that I could share this overdue championship experience with my pops beside me, being the daddy’s girl that I am. 

& I’d like to leave you with a message from the both of us: 

SUCK IT ASTROS!

I miss Jimmy G.

I was on a bus the week before the US shut down for Covid-19, and I saw someone who I definitely thought was Garoppolo’s doppelganger... down to the chin. I was reminded of this occurrence because currently, I am sitting in my LeGarrette Blount Patriots jersey watching my team get absolutely throttled by the Niners in the middle of October.

a photo of me when I was six years old... so you know I am not a bandwagon, although I don't need to prove myself to anyone.

Speaking of this month...I remember October 31, 2017. It was a very spooky day. Of course it was Halloween, but also it was the day the Patriots traded Garoppolo for the 2nd round pick of the NFL draft (also receiving other people from the deal).

Let’s boil down what that trade gave the Patriots. Duke Dawson Jr. was the Patriots pick based off of that trade. Where is he now? Not on the Pats.

Brian Hoyer and Jarrett Stidham were also gained from this trade through a complex analysis, explained by writer Mike Reiss in this ESPN article. If you watched the Patriots play the Chiefs a couple weeks ago in one of the sloppiest games ever, you would understand why this trade currently means nothing, at least to me.

What would the Patriots be like now, had they never made that trade? Belichick Obviously knew at that moment that Brady would be leaving soon, so why. didn’t. he. keep. Jimmy. Or I don’t know, he could have traded Brady for Garoppolo along with other players, but we all saw the way that situation went down.

A couple of weeks ago I saw some articles saying that Jimmy G might be dropped from the Niners, so of course I had a little twinge of excitement, but after today’s game, that possibility will not be happening.

That day haunts my memory now, understandably. In secret, I will be manifesting Jimmy’s return to NE with the little piece of hope that I still contain.

Saturdays are for the Bees

We as humanity have not given bees enough credit. Without those boys we would most certainly die. In order to protect our humble bumble bros, we need more signs like this.

This photo is courtesy of a friend from Santa Barbara.

Sure Saturday's may be for the boys, but they can also be for the bees as well. Frat bros can celebrate both being hung over on a Sunday as well as repping life to those who keep them alive in the first place. A couple years back I performed my first rescue as a lifeguard on a bee, and of my three total rescues, saving that bee was my best rescue. I am sure that the humans I saved would agree as well. A bee's life is important because with every bumble boy saved, a flower can be pollinated, and faith can be restored in the future of humanity.

Next time you see a bee, wish it well and don't kill it, because if you do, you're putting your own life at risk.