I HATE the West Coast

Full disclosure: I am an old lady. Always have been. Always will be. My mom referred to me as her "little old lady" as a child and she still does.

I am happiest when I have a routine. I don't really like surprises. I have a hard time dresssing youthfully. I tend to notice trends as they're ending. And most importantly, I go to bed and wake up early.

So this series against the Diamondbacks is killing me. With games that don't start until 9:30 or 10, I barely make it through the first inning. It's embarrassing. I'm writing this during the first inning on Wednesday and I can barely keep my eyes open.

I barely noticed that Vasquez almost just pelted someone. At least I think that's what happened. I'm not entirely sure.

As an aside, I have an excuse for being so tired. I have to be at work at 7, so by 10 I'm normally pretty wiped.

What I'm trying to say is: I hate west coast series. And it doesn't end with the Diamondbacks. We're off to LA soon. I'm never going to see a full game again. Or at least it feels that way.

I don't really hate the west coast (in spite of what the title says). We went to California once. It was lovely, but I had a really hard time with the time change. So I slept most of the time. We went to Dodger stadium while we were out there. It's true what they say say: it does have a HUGE parking lot.

I guess my real issue is with time changes. Not so much the west coast. (Fun fact: China is all on one time zone.)

In other news, Mike and I are mounting a campaign to get Swisher on the All-Star team. He may not be the best, but you have to smile when you see him. He's always smiling.

I'm going to end this before I fall asleep.