I've been distracted by a few things- mostly an infected finger (imagine anything you've seen happen to The Cheerleader and then magnify it- and no, contrary to popular belief, was not obtained via proctological exam of my cat)- but right now it's all I can do not to think of baseball.
It's true that this season, I've been a front runner, but I learned to love baseball many years ago, from my dad. He lived in Chicago, so it was double the baseball fun. I've been to Wrigley and both Comiskeys, and while I root for both teams equally, it was the Cubbies who had me yelling, 'I don't even think you want to win' at the television last Saturday. It seemed fitting, seeing as my dad would have celebrated his 61st birthday during that week, that I would find my reinvigorated love of the game.*
Luckily, it's Rocktober here in Colorado, and the games have been breathtaking, so I've been knitting and watching, driving and listening, all the while wistfully dreaming of maybe seeing the World Series. I felt like I should knit something in solidarity, and since I couldn't find my Black Purl yarn, I decided to cast on for the Tree Jacket in Violet Cotton Ease. The whole thing has gone unbelievably fast, and while I've naturally become distracted with other things, I hope this will be something that I can finish for myself before next baseball season begins.
*I feel it's my duty to disclose, however, that I think we were the only Cubs fans (and he was really a Reds fan, when it came down to it) that disliked Harry Caray.