Posts Tagged ‘mini-crush’

That’s really the most I can say for last night’s Nats vs. Phillies game. That and the fact that the seats Cashew had won were pretty sweet, so I had an excellent view of the loss.

To be honest, I never assume that we’re going to win against the Nats. Especially not with Blanton pitching. (Seriously, why did Charlie keep him in so long?) But I had hoped that we would at least show up to the game.

The final score may have been 7-4, but really, it was not that close.

You know who did do an awesome job, though? Jayson Werth. How fitting.


I know it's hard to tell, but that's Werth at bat. The iPhone zoom leaves a lot to be desired.

Jayson Werth, who I still love, and his delightful scruff helped stomp all over my Phillies. In the early innings, before his solo home run, Philly fans were booing him, in typical Philly fashion. (I can say that. I’m from there.) I, however, to the amusement of the people seated in front of me, yelled over the booing, “I still love you, Jayson!” Because I do.

I don’t want to say that that’s what gave him the kick to have such a great game, but I don’t know that it’s not.

The thing is, I want him to do well. I like cheering for him. But there are 144 games where he’s not playing the Phillies and I don’t understand why he can’t limit his stellar performances to those.

Am I really being too high maintenance here?

Regardless, there are two games left in this series, and I’ll be at the Thursday one, watching Cliff Lee work his magic.

In the meantime, I’ll be praying that the Nats exhausted all their bat power last night. It’s one thing to lose a game. It’s quite another to lose the series.

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I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but today is a very important day.

Today is the beginning of baseball season.

Now, I know that spring training has been going on for about a month now, and that’s been great. It would have been even greater if I’d managed to make it down to Clearwater to stalk see my players. But, that said, the regular season is just different.

Today starts the beginning of the 162 games that will determine whether your team is still playing through October, or whether they’re simply watching the games on TV.

It is not in my nature to be optimistic about my Phillies. That’s not to say that I don’t cheer for them, and cheer hard, because I do. You know this. (I’m also a big fan of tough love.) But I’m always just *cautiously* optimistic. Because it hurts so bad when you get your hopes up and fucking Cody Ross and Juan Uribe and some jerk they call Panda completely shatter your dreams.

But I digress.

This year it’s hard to not be a little optimistic – even with right-field feeling a little empty. Our pitching line-up is sick. There’s a reason that Phillies fans have been posting this photo all over the place:

(Sorry Blanton.)

Even the experts are on our side (for the most part). Of the ESPN season predictions by 45 analysts:

  • 42 put the Phillies in the post-season.
  • 27  have the Phillies becoming the National League Champions
  • 7 have picked the Phillies to win the World Series.

Now before you go telling me how that doesn’t mean anything, and it’s hard to predict how a season’s going to go, etc – save your breath. I know. But I also like knowing that there are people out there – experts – who have faith in my team’s ability. Because even when it hurts, I do, too.

I’ll be cheering the Phillies on when they visit DC in a couple weeks and my only wish is that they’d get here sooner.

Well, not my only wish. But some things are better left to the imagination.


I'll use any excuse to put this photo in a blog post.

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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:

I'll use any excuse to put this photo in a blog post.

(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.

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Well, I’m back, and have left the Minnesota accent mostly behind me. (Though, it is still fun to drop a “don’tcha know” every now and again.) And I will have photos, videos, observations, and lessons learned from this most recent wedding up shortly, but first things first.

While I was away, I got an email from a friend, who knows me all too well, with this subject line:

There’s hope for you and Jayson Werth yet!

Talk about piquing my curiosity.

I haven’t been shy about my obsession crush on the Phillies right-fielder. He’s definitely the player I would most like to meet. And I may have entertained the fantasy of what it would be like if he actually did speak to me while I’m stalking watching batting practice. He’s also in my Top 5, so, you know, it’s allowed.

I'll use any excuse to put this photo in a blog post.

But anyway, the article that came along with the email went a little something like this:

Last May, Jason Phillips, the bullpen catcher for the Seattle Mariners, spotted a lovely lady in the stands. He felt like he had to make a move, so he wrote his name on a baseball and tossed it to her.

Unless you’re completely cynical, with a heart of stone, you have to admit that that’s pretty cute – if only slightly cheesy. But sometimes cheesy works.

So, when I got this email and read the article, I immediately showed the boyfriend. I also started thinking about where I’d have to sit in order to be visible from right field, and reminded the boyfriend that Werth was already on my list, so it had to be okay if he pulled a Jason Phillips. His response?

Well, of course. Every relationship has issues that they need to deal with. Some people can’t communicate, some people have a girlfriend who’s married to Jayson Werth. Plus, just think of all the games I’d get to go to!

Suffice it to say, he’s fully on board.

Now, the Phillies will be in town for two more series before the regular season is over, which, taking into account my schedule, as well, translates into 4 more chances to get a ball tossed my way.

And maybe even get to cross off the bonus on my 25 List.

At the very least, though, it’s 4 more chances to attempt take photos without my hands shaking. And that’s got to count for something.

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If you’ve been reading me for any amount of time, you know that I’m a HUGE Phillies fan. I love the sport; I love being at the games; I love the energy – especially when your team makes it to the World Series two years in a row after a seriously long drought.

And I do, of course, love some of the players, themselves. So, when I went to the Nats home opener on Monday where they were playing my Philadelphia Phillies, and we got there early enough to hang out behind the Phillies dugout and watch them warm up, well, I was in heaven.

And I may have done a little sly stalking observing, aided and abetted by the boyfriend (who had to hold the camera steady, since I was too excited). Though, judging by some of the photos, there was nothing sly about it.

Jayson Werth knew exactly what I was doing:

Jayson: Hey big guy, what’s shakin’? Yeah, I’m optimistic about our chances today.

Big guy: That’s great, but I have to ask: what finally convinced you to get rid of that beard?

Me: Omgomgomg. Do you see him? Can you get a good shot?

Jayson: Why does everyone keep talking about my beard?

Hey, is that girl looking at me?

Me: *turns away out of embarrassment*

Jayson: Dude, Shane, is that girl still staring at me?

Rauuuuul: Why didn’t you ask me?

Shane: Because you’re facing the wrong way. Duh. So which girl?

Jayson: The one in the Phillies shirt!

Shane: Dude – they’re all in Phillies shirts!

Jayson: No way. There’s one Nats fan. And there’s anoth- Well, there’s at least the one.

But seriously, is she still staring?

Jayson: Ah, what the hell. Might as well strike a pose.

Shane: Oh yeah, I see her now. The one with the camera pointed over here.

Me: *swoon*

Jayson: Ha, I’m totally gonna mess with her. Look at me running my hands through my long, flowing locks…

Ryan: Dude, you look like a douche. Put your hat back on.

Jayson: Psh. You’re just jealous that you don’t have a stalker.

Jayson: All right, enough’s enough. Gotta get my stretches in. Hmm…I wonder where she’s sitting…*

It’s just too bad the Phils won’t be back here until July…

Happy Friday!

*So, I don’t think I should have to note that 99% of this conversation is made up, but I will….just in case. I wouln’t want my Phillies to stumble over here and get upset.

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I have a crush.

A completely harmless, totally school-girl, 100% academic crush.

I’ve always found intelligence sexy – particularly when combined with passion. And I feel that you can tell by a person’s tone and face whether it’s true interest in whatever they’re talking about, or whether they’re just trying to impress you.

(I once had a guy try to impress me by reciting Pi out to 15 or so decimal places. It is a feat, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not going to get me to go home with you.)

And so, in any case, while I’ve consistently looked for those traits in the gentlemen that I date, to varying degrees of success, I’ve been surprised that I never had that “professor crush.” I had several friends in college who were crushing on their professors or TAs. And some of the more ambitious even managed to turn fantasy into reality. But it was never my thing.

Until now.

No, I’m not back in school yet; I’m not taking any classes. But the current project on my plate at the office has me working side by side with one of the most intelligent men I’ve ever met.

The Professor knows the project subject inside and out – and truly loves it. When I go into his office for meetings, I don’t even notice the time slipping by as one conversation topic seamlessly leads to another. He encourages my questions, without making me feel like an idiot for not knowing. He respects, listens to, and wants my opinion, even though I’m the farthest thing from an expert in this field.

And yet, even as I write this, I realize that I don’t actually have a crush on him, per se.

Just his mind.

Which is probably a good thing. Lack of a full crush makes working together a lot less awkward.

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The Nationals were 0-7. The only team in the majors to not have won a game so far. I suppose that, eventually, they had to beat someone. (Its not like they’re the Detroit Lions or anything.) And, I suppose, that someone just had to be the Phillies.

Le sigh.

Being at the game last night, however, was not a total bust by any means. I sat closer than I ever have before – a mere 2 rows behind the Phillies’ dugout! Which meant that I broke out the camera – and took pictures of all my boyfriends. Let me be clear: I don’t have sports crushes, usually, except for baseball players. In 3rd grade, I had eyes only for Darren Daulton. Now, I know better than to limit myself. I currently have 3 Phillies crushes (one of them new, as of last night). Gotta play the odds.

3) Lou Marson; Catcher; #3

I really hope he's over 18 in this photo. He must be at least college...right?

I really hope he's over 18 in this photo. He must be at least college...right?

Marson on second - Zimmerman's just an added bonus

Marson on second last night - Zimmerman's just an added bonus

I feel a little like a cradle robber on this one. He’s only a year younger than I am, but 1986 just sounds so much younger than 1985. (Shut up; it does.) In any case, Marson had a decent game last night (especially for someone whose team lost to the Nats) – a good hit and some great base-running. I’ll keep an eye on him throughout the season, but he’s showing a lot of potential.

2) Cole Hamels; Pitcher; #35

Getting ready for a little batting practice

Getting ready for a little batting practice

Hiding in the dugout - probably from crazies like me. (Look at that hair!)

Hiding in the dugout - probably from crazies like me (Look at that hair!)

Wow. Just wow. He is a beautiful man – and ‘beautiful’ really is the best way to describe it. Of the current Phillies, he was my original crush (if that makes sense), and he’s still up there. He’s not really even #2, more like #1.1. And I was pretty disappointed that I wasn’t going to get to see my World Series MVP pitch last night. (He was slated to, until Wednesday night’s game got postponed.) As it was, I had to resort to stalking taking pictures of him during batting practice, and when he poked his head out of the dugout. Whatever, I’ll take what I can get. Heidi who?

1) Jayson Werth; Right Fielder; #28

Oh, hey there. How's it going?

Oh, hey there. How's it going?

I love you! Um, I'm sorry...is it too soon? Are we not there yet?

I love you! Um, I'm sorry...is it too soon? Are we not there yet?

Werth has this kind of scruffy, not-really-a-bad-boy-but-could-be, look going for him – you know, not to mention his fielding skills. Every time he came off the field, I was staring right at him, either face to face, or through my camera. Until I got embarrassed, because I was sure he caught me constantly taking his picture. The next time he came by, I accidentally caught his eye, and I swear he half-smiled, half-smirked at me. Honestly, you’d have thought I was a giddy little pre-teen with my first crush. But so very worth it.

Even with the loss last night, it’s shaping up to be a very promising season.

Game on.

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