I didn't post yesterday, which means I broke my promise. You couldn't have believed I would stick to it anyway, right?
This will be short. Here's a shot of the peacock that lives in the garden at the hotel:
Sometimes when one has spent 50+ days on a tropical island, one can feel a little cut off from the "real world." I'm not exactly far from civilization, but I'm not on my normal mainland schedule, so it's only natural that I feel detached. And even though this Manny thing has hit me hard (I told Christine tonight that something like the Manny situation makes me think about what it would mean to give up baseball if the cheating thing gets to be too much for me to handle, and how I wouldn't really know who I am without that part of my personality; melodramatic, certainly, but still true), I know it would be worse if I were in L.A. right now. After all, I'm not looking at newspapers or listening to sports radio down here. Yes, I'm on the internet and all that, but it just feels far away. People have wanted to talk about it with me, and I implore them to leave me alone because I don't know what else I can say.
But then, on my way back to my room tonight after a delicious dinner, I saw this, and it all came crashing back:
The Dodgers play on ESPN on Wednesday night. I might have to mute it a few times because I know they will only be talking about Manny. How depressing.