I have a terrible sense of direction. I’ve lived in Chicago for 6 years, and I very often have only a vague sense of where I am when I venture out of my neighborhood.
This past weekend, my fiance and I were walking our dog, and we took a long meandering route through some of the old neighborhoods on the north side.
A few moments after we crossed a large thoroughfare, I asked my fiance sheepishly, “um, what street was that?” She looked at me patiently, yet incredulously, “Irving Park, honey.” Ten minutes later as we walked down a sunny tree lined street, I spied another major street ahead, “Is that Irving Park again,” I asked.
“Western,” she sighed. “If I ever want to get rid of you, I’ll just drive you three blocks from the house and drop you off,” she joked. We then did an improv skit of me shivering on a corner looking lost and forlorn.
That sense of fear and at-a-lossness, is how I think many of us Yankee fans feel right now.
Don’t believe me, check the blogs. Replacement Level wants to know if Giambi is cooked.
NoMaas, is worried about Posada, and looking forward to the WNBA.
I don’t even want to know what’s going on over at WasWatching.
As for me, I think back to my navigational skills. See, in reality, I think my sense of direction is fine. Ultimately, I know what direction I need to go in to get where I’m going, and eventually, I know I’ll figure out a route to my destination. I feel the same about the Yankees, it’s gonna take a while, guys need to get healthier, Phil and Ian need to learn how to pitch in the bigs, the offense’s luck is bound to change. I suspect, that by the time the playoffs start, we’ll be hand wringing over the rotation, and who’s gonna start game two.
Right?
Right?
