Sunday, October 22, 2006


Welcome to the world little niecelet of my heart, Maeve Olivia Rilo Searcy! Born October 21 at 8:57pm, just squeaking in on the Libra side of the cusp. Congrats wee one - you picked yourself some great parents!

Photos coming soon, I hear tell.

We can't wait to meet you.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

A Decade And Counting...

I bet you're wondering if there is anything going on in my life right now other than baseball. Why yes, my 3 loyal friends who haven't stopped reading entirely out of sheer boredom with my Tiger obsession - there ARE other things going on, thank you for asking.

In fact, today - despite the rain and chill that have settled in now that Seattle has remembered that it's fall - today is a lovely day because my sweetie and I have been married for 10 years! TEN! That's a lot of years for someone to put up with me (keep those checks coming, mom). Thanks, love. And Happy Anniversary.

No big celebration is planned due to circumstances that require me to be working (yep) for a bit this evening. But we'll do a nice night out soon, and spend some time wondering aloud what this grand adventure called "our lives together" will look like once another decade has gone by.

This one has taken us from one side of the country to the other and brought us two fabulous children, with a good dollop of ease and contentment thrown in for good measure. I've no intention or desire to move or have more kidlets, so I'm happy to concentrate on increasing that dollop to a metric ton or so.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Bless You Boys, 2006

Twenty-two years ago today the 1984 Detroit Tigers - our beloved Bless You Boys - won game 5 vs. the Padres and became World Series Champions. It seemed the inevitable outcome of a dream season where the team jumped out to a 35-5 start and led the division wire-to-wire. The names still bring a smile to my face: Trammell, Whittaker, Evans, Parrish, Gibson, Brookens, Lemon, Bergman, Petry, Morris, Wilcox, Hernandez, and of course, Sparky Anderson.

Today, the 2006 Detroit Tigers won the American League pennant in a most dramatic fashion (and isn't that the best way?)... a come-from-behind victory capped by a walk-off 3 run homerun with 2 outs in the bottom of the 9th, completing a 4-game sweep of the Oakland A's. It couldn't have been scripted any better. And now the smiles come from Polanco, Guillen, Inge, Casey, Rodriguez, Robertson, Rogers, Verlander, Bonderman, Ordonez, Granderson, Monroe, and, of course, Jim Leyland.

In 1984 I took for granted that this is how baseball would always be... that the Tigers would be in the thick of the pennant race year after year, and the World Series would be a frequent event. It almost happened again in '87, but didn't. And then came the years and years of wandering in the wilderness.

Now, I know better. And so although I believe this team is just getting started, that they have years of good baseball ahead of them, I certainly won't take what they've accomplished this year for granted. I'm savoring every moment, storing some memories, filling up my reservoir of baseball optimism and joy to carry me through those seasons to come that won't live up to all we hope.

So congratulations to the Detroit Tigers, 2006 American League Champions. You done great. Now rest well, and we'll see you next week in the Series.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Thank You

I haven't stopped smiling.

The disappointment of the last week of the season is completely forgiven.

Thank you.

Pitching performances of a lifetime by Kenny and Jeremy - wow. The boys carrying Leyland off the field on their shoulders. Bringing out the champagne and celebrating with the fans. And beating the "unbeatable" Yankees. It doesn't get any better than that.

Now it's on to Oakland on Tuesday and 4 more wins to get to the Series. But regardless of the outcome next week, I'm just so proud to be a Tigers fan today.

And I thought of something last night. Getting an extra month to play means one month LESS to wait until next season starts.

October baseball ROCKS! :)

Friday, October 06, 2006

Into The Swim

"Honey, it's 5:30."


"Beep beep beep."

"You know, I'm tired. I think I'm going to just sleep."

A minute passes. I tell myself it's okay to go back to sleep, I DESERVE to sleep. I can start this routine next week. Another minute passes. I think about my new suit, and how I HAD to go buy it last night so that I could get up and swim this morning. I open one eye. I think about the Tigers, and how they got up yesterday on less-than-optimal sleep and played some damn fine baseball, beating Jeter's team and evening the series. The other eye opens. I think about the commitment I had made to swim twice/week, and how failing to honor it could anger the baseball gods, causing them to turn their backs on my team. That does it.

"Aw crap, I'm awake now. Fine. Thank you. And I really mean that."


So began my day. Out of bed and to the pool, for a nice 3/4 mile swim at a decent clip with my new red suit and goggles with a strap that didn't break. I'm rediscovering my love of swimming - I'm not sure why I've waited so long to get back to it. I'm good at it, have good form, am moderately speedy. I even ended up in the fast lane today because the medium lane was crowded and very slow.

I feel virtuous and productive regardless of whatever else I do or don't accomplish today. It's all killing time anyhow with "work" and "life" (what-EVER) until 5pm when I get to spend another 3 hours of intense stress, hopefully capped off by intense joy. Go get 'em Tigers! ROWR!

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Public Service Announcement: Beware the Beer

Originally uploaded by monagrrl.
Ex-Representative Republican Mark Foley claims that he sends suggestive messages to young boys because he's an alcholic - the devil's liquid made him do it.

Okay, I personally have had a drink or two. I've even been... shhhh... drunk. On occasion. Maybe once. And I can assure you that having alcohol in my system did not cause me to want to diddle young boys. Or young girls. The hot guy who lived on the 2nd floor in my dorm, sure. My husband after a particularly spirited foosball game. But we were all above the legal age of consent.

I guess it just works that way for Republicans. So keep your kids away from drunk ones.

The hypocrisy is nearly too much to stand. The "family values" party that is scared of two (legally consenting) dudes kissing, turns their back and ignores it when one of their own uses their position of power to send dirty e-mail to minors. If it wasn't so utterly gross and horrible, it would be almost funny.

(This image was photoshopped by my friend Grim on my Tiger forum, and I just had to share. Brilliant, no?)

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

On Second Thought

Yeah, you know the whole "I don't hate Derek Jeter" thing from earlier today? Well, thanks to the ESPN pre-game-that-was-postponed-until-tomorrow show, I've moved ever so much closer to, if not hate, then an intense dislike of the man. Because there's nothing that sets one's teeth on edge like being verbally assaulted for two hours with "Dude, Derek Jeter is the AWESOMEST ballplayer - nay! - human BEING who has ever walked the face of this planet. He can hit, hit can throw, he can run and - get this - he's kind to puppies, children, and nuns."

If Jeter Christ is so damned amazing, why didn't he just snap his fingers and part the skies over Yankee Stadium so they could have played the GAME?

Things I Feel Good About Today

Okay, so the first game of the ALDS didn't go as well as I would have liked. Nate pitched a good game; not the great game we needed to win, but a good one. Still, I was impressed that our boys - coming off a disheartening end to the season and most of whom hadn't seen any postseason action - could walk into Yankee Stadium and hold their own, but for one bad inning.

Let me say it now - and I may say it again, so sue me - I despise the Yankees. Even if it wasn't us who was playing them, I would still despise them. I hate their hubris, their sense of entitlement. I hate how the national sports media fawns over them, ignoring every other team (except maybe the Red Sox)... honestly, if you weren't a Tiger fan, you might not have known WHO the Yankees were playing, if they were playing anyone or just having a little intra-squad action. And I reserve a special hate for Jason Giambi, that steroid-enhanced, greasy, disgusting representative of all that is wrong with baseball. Ick, ick, ick.

The only Yankee I can't bring myself to hate is Derek Jeter. I'm not sure why, maybe it's that he is truly a phenomenal ballplayer and seemingly decent guy. Maybe it's his appearance on SNL a few years back doing the "Derek Jeter's Taco Hole" skit, the jingle of which I still sing every time I see him. Whatever.

So back to things I feel good about. I love that I get to see my team play, that baseball is still relevant to me in October. THAT hasn't happened for a very long time. I'm feeling that good things are going to happen this week on the writing front. I feel oh-so-virtuous that I got up this morning at 5:30 and swam laps for 40 minutes - I'm going to try to do it a couple of times/week as I do love swimming. And I feel good that I'm here, blogging again. I've missed it and I'll try to do it more often in the coming weeks as KBloWriMo is just around the corner.