In other news, per MLB.com, Coco is having a second surgery soon, this time on his other shoulder, and hopefully will be able to play by Opening Day.  Rumor around the Kansas City blogs is that they won't pick him up for next year.  I do hope he heals up and finds a new home somewhere.

In happier news: We won today!  And six Sox made the All-Star roster!  Way to go, guys!

Just a little while until I go to bed and the sun sets on my vacation for real.  It was nice while it lasted.

Attempting to break my string of failhattery where posting is concerned, I’m checking in from work during one of my office’s traditionally quiet Wednesday afternoons (quiet because most of our docs are in classes, and therefore the workload is diminished).

Well, I’ve rambled on long enough. Back to work here.

ETA: Doing some paperwork here, and we have a newborn baby in the practice named...Jacoby!  Now I'm wondering if his parents are Red Sox fans.   :D
 

I first saw the rumor earlier this morning on the Red Sox board on AOL, of all places.  Something about a radio station in Kansas City.  Nothing came up on a Google search, so I shot Ian an e-mail to ask him what he knew, then went back to bed to rest my leg.  Was having a grand time watching reggaeton videos and after awhile, LJ addict that I am, I had to log in again.  I read the comments to my most recent entry and I knew.  Checked my e-mail and my suspicions were confirmed by Ian.  And of course I've checked some of the major media, with no doubt more of that to come as the news spreads.

I haven't really processed this yet but I know as soon as it really hits me, my heart will be hurting even worse than my ankle.  Why the hell do all my baseball boyfriends get gone?  That's two already since I became a Sox fan, with the third no doubt to follow soon.  Coco love aside, wouldn't it have made sense to have a known quantity, and a very good one at that, as our fourth outfielder if they planned to give center field to Jacoby?

I hope this season brings Coco a career year that makes our front office regret this move.  See, now I'm getting angry.  What part of the five stages of grief is that?

Does this mean that I have to change my default icon and get rid of all my Coco icons?  They (and he) are so adorable that I can hardly bear that thought...

Now I'm extra glad that I stayed home from work today.  It would have been July 31 all over again.  I wouldn't have gotten a damn thing done for all the angsting and checking on line.  And just so it's clear...this is so much worse than July 31.

:::sigh:::

I'm in Coco withdrawal of late, especially with the rampant speculation that he'll be elsewhere next season.  I don't know what possessed me to do this, but I did an interest search here on LJ to see who else had him listed in their profile, and what did I run across but someone, iconic_plus, who both makes and collects icons (I didn't figure the latter out right away).  One of her posts was about "icons I like," and the icon for THIS post was in it.  Not realizing that she collects icons, I thought....wow, it's uncanny how closely her icon matched mine...great minds think alike...or something like that.  Then I noticed that the famous "Jacoco hearts" icon thatwrennette made was also in that post (and credited).  I looked again, and sure enough, that WAS my icon, properly credited!

I've gotten a couple of compliments lately from folks on my f-list about icons that I've made, but I totally didn't expect to find a shout-out on someone's journal who I've never even heard of!  I'm rather proud of myself...and thinking that this winter, in my vast spare time (when I'm not trying to declutter this messy house), I may try to learn REAL icon-making skills, you know, the fancy kind.  Now I just have to hope and pray that the guys who I enjoy iconing don't end up on the other side of the country, because it would really suck to start all over with making proper Red Sox icons, yes?
 

The clock has struck midnight and it is now November 1, so it's time to wish a very happy BIG 2-9 to one Covelli Loyce Crisp!  May you have a fabulous birthday, Coco, and may you and your lovely family be ever blessed.

:::smooches:::

I have been made of fail this week as far as posting anything here, I know.  Things are crazy busy here at the office, and of course non-baseball evenings have been taken up with catching up on necessary chores, yada yada yada.

I've had trouble concentrating all day, seeing as how tonight is the big do-or-die night.  I'm going into it with guarded optimism.  I like to think that the weird dream I had this morning was a good omen.  In it I was watching the Sox on TV with my NYY partisan cousin Danielle in a somewhat dark room, and at some point I came face to face in an equally dark hallway with the one and only E-6, who responded to whatever I said by looking at me with those big intense eyes and a somewhat morose expression on his face.  What that was about I have no idea, but the most important and positive thing I took from the dream was that WE WERE PLAYING THE PHILLIES, Y'ALL!!!  Things that make me go hmmmm......

Also about tonight: I see, much to my delight, that Coco will be leading off.  I'm going to be all superstitious and wear my brand new "HOT COCO 10" sweatshirt (see previous post), which arrived via UPS last night along with matching coffee mug, which I have already broken in.

And on that note, I have 1/2 hour left here at work before I go home and wolf down dinner and settle in for the festivities.  GO SOX GO SOX GO SOX GO SOX.....
 

I've been busy.  It amazes me how hard it was to get cracking on my to-do list during the off days this week.  I did manage to do a tiny bit every evening.  I got enough sleep during the week (AMAZING!) but was still incredibly tired last night, probably because I mostly buckled down at work.  Thanks to the energy boost from our WIN (yeah!!!) I stayed up late and slept REALLY late this morning, so here I am at 3:00, having just finished "breakfast." Now I get to try to accomplish something, anything, between now and the game.  Tomorrow will be a marathon of things like belated birthday shopping, e-mail replies, and the decluttering I sorely need to begin.

Something to look forward to, other than more wins for us.  I have an order from CafePress on the way, namely this: clothing.cafepress.com/item/hot-coco-hooded-sweatshirt/302573446 plus a matching coffee mug.  Couldn't resist.  And if anyone can tell me how to make that URL link have text like an LJ cut (I'm in Rich Text format at the moment), I'd be much obliged.  I can't figure out how to make it work, and the LJ FAQ section is useless as usual.  Sorry for the technodummyness.  One of these days I'll try again at HTML, much as I hate it, but right now I don't have time.

I did see the multiple taggings by my f-list on that question meme, and I promise to get around to it in the very near future.

Off to my next task...

ETA: Looking through the pictures from last night's game, I was really struck by something that I hadn't noticed before.  It's probably just the playoff scruff, but ESPECIALLY from the side, Jason Bay looks very much like a guy who was a "long-distance occasional friend with benefits" of mine during the first few years after I moved to North Carolina.  They have very similar profiles, and the same sort of deep set light eyes, and the facial expression is pretty close as well...you know, the sort of deadpan expressionless look (not that I don't love JayBay, but that really IS how he comes across, at least to me).  I haven't seen my old buddy Jim in quite a few years, but that realization both startled me and made me chuckle a bit...

Back to my tasks...

Nothing like a hot shower and a surprise call from a cousin up home in Noo Yawk to make the world a bit brighter.  Still not feeling my best, but that's to be expected, given what I did to my body by staying up almost all night.

I didn't have time to post about this earlier in the week, but I had an odd dream the other morning.  This relates to one of my perennial issues, that of being all by myself, unhappily single, however one wishes to put it.  It's been a very long time since I've been in a relationship (and don't even get me started on how awful the last several were).  I've had nothing more than a couple of *very* false alarms since 8/2001.  In both of those cases I'm clearly better off, but still....it's hard being about to turn 50 and *still* single, even harder when I factor in the chronic health issues and the time and energy they consume.  I can't really get out to socialize much because of them.  There are times when I can be all Zen about the situation and accept that this may very well be where I'm meant to be, and other times when I rage about it, and still other times when I get very, very down about it.

With that as background information, the other morning I woke up and realized that I had just had a dream about...Coco Crisp.  Huh?  Well, he's sorta cute, kinda, but he doesn't inspire unbridled fangirlism in me, so Coco as a dream figure was puzzling in itself.  The dream was fairly simple and I would rate it PG for implied situation.  Apparently *something* had happened between us, although nothing beyond some friendly cuddling occurred in the actual dream.  That, and Coco basically told me (I can't recall the actual wording) that my skills were a little bit rusty.  Yeah, I guess so.  I have plenty of vivid thoughts (NOT involving Coco!), but actual practice?  Naaaahhh.  I can hardly even remember what it's like to be kissed.  So although the dream was vaguely amusing because I couldn't imagine anything happening with Coco, or him saying something like that to me, it did put me in a bit of a funk.  And I found myself not only realizing that my subconscious was trying to tell me something, I also found myself attempting to will the universe to assist me in changing what is surely the truth after all this time.  Am I sad about it at this particular moment?  No, not really.  Instead I'm introspective and in the mood to share this.  And thank you, kind readers, for letting me do so.