As we were driving back from New York this past Sunday night, the boyfriend got a text which caused him to gasp (in a totally manly way) and turn to me with this declaration: “This news will change your life.”
A little dramatic, right?
Maybe, but not when the news is JAYSON WERTH GOT SIGNED BY THE NATIONALS!
Hold on. Let me breathe.
And let me be clear: in my ideal world, Werth would have stayed a Phillie. I love him. I love him on my team. He is a star in Philly and was instrumental in our past few post-seasons.
BUT, if that can’t happen, what more could I ask for than that he move to my current city so I can
stalk see him so much more often? I can go to any game I want an ogle right field.
I’ll still see this, in just a slightly different red:
(Though, it has to be said, he’ll always look best in a Phillies uniform.)
Now, Werth being in the city means more opportunities to meet him. (By “opportunities” I mean staking out Nats Stadium on game day.) And meeting him would lead to checking off the “life dream” part of my 25 for 25.
You might argue that my goal was to meet a Phillies player, something that Werth no longer is. But to that I very eloquently say, so what? To me he’ll always be a Phillie, and he is still my favorite.
Because I’ve been so open about my
obsession crush, I had several people texting and emailing me the news Sunday night. And one of my favorite emails was this one, from SuperMom:
[Liebchen]…you lucky lady. Werth will be in your town for the next seven years! Thoughts of seeing him all summer should keep you warm on these cold winter days!
She has an excellent point.
Baseball season can’t come soon enough.