Why I loathe Boston, and how I came to miss my Baby, by David in HK
Greetings to all back in the World, and elsewhere.
As the home town team embarks on a rather testing first half of September, I raised my hand to offer some thoughts, and grind a personal axe for this series at the same time.
As many of you know who have followed these threads for the past few years, I'm in Hong Kong these days, (more on that later), having been on the China side of the water now since '09. And why I'm still here has a lot to do with Beantown.
The shortest story version, but still long, so bear with me a little bit-
ND native, Twinkie fan since my toddler days in '65. Living in the Cities in '87, soaking it all in! Those were great days! A sea change in the working life- decided, in my early 30s, to chuck it all and become an actor. Chicago-theatre for the 90s, then LA for the 2000s. Teaching school in East LA for the day job, while doing the film/TV thing. Some nice stuff here and there, but never to the point of quitting the day job, as they say. Then one day, outta the blue, the wife meets the guy with the yacht, and life goes upside down.
Had a friend in Guangzhou, working for a clothing company (Heh...ex-and-future GF, as it were). Suggested I get out for a while, come see the other side, take a break from the life and heal the ol' broken heart. So I did. Took a leave from the teaching ESL to Spanish-speaking students, spent a year teaching ESL to Chinese-speaking students, experiencing that other-side life.
That was enough. Came back to LA at Xmas time. Connected with the former schools where I'd taught, secured some substitute teaching jobs for the Xmas season (LA schools go year-round on staggered schedules). Landed in LA on a Friday, having had my fill of adventure, and ready to start anew.
Now- to the Baby. She was under the care, and in the garage of a fellow actor-friend, whom you may have seen on your screens from time to time. He'd wrecked his own bike a month before, had to go to the airport to fly out for a film shoot for a week. Sooooo.... he took mine. Parked in long-term parking. Came back at the end of the shoot----*poof*.
No more Baby.
He sent a message about a week before I came back, in response to my own message requesting that he get her out and started up for my return. So, as noted above, I landed in LA on a Friday, jet-lagged, wiped out, and in a taxi to my buddy's house in Van Nuys, a world and a half away from LA Unified School District's downtown HQ. If I'd had my bike, I'd have made the run downtown to the office to get officially reinstated, but as it was, the thought of a couple of long-ass bus rides and connections halfway across that hellish megalopolis, or a taxi tab that would have approached the $ of my flight across the Pacific, made the couch and a long nap look a whole lot more inviting. I'll go in Monday morning, I said to myself.
As it happened, that Friday was the last day of my leave of absence. If I'd gone in that day, hunky-dory all the way. As it happened, that little thing called the Financial Crisis of 08 was still having ripple effects. LAUSD was shedding everyone they possibly could, with a hiring freeze also in effect. Hit that brick wall when I went in on Monday. Tried to fight it through channels, through the union, etc, to no avail. Clock ticking, no income, no way to rent an apartment of my own, no foreseeable way out from under that red-tape nightmare any time in the immediate future, and savings already long-since drained.
But- a job awaiting, back on the other side. Bit the bullet, packed up, and headed back, and been there ever since.
What does this have to do with baseball, you ask? What does all this have to do with night games that come on at 7AM, and day games that start at 2AM? What does this have to do with my absolute and total loathing of New England sports of any kind?
That dude, who got my Baby stolen--was from Beantown.
I've hated them all ever since.
Go Twinkies. Moider dem Sawks.
Cheers from HK, all!
Our Beloved Twins Evil Empire 2
1 A Good German 1 Some punk
2 Switch hitting future MVP 2 Some other punk
3 The Ancient Mariner 3 Who Cares
4Ever-Ready Eddie 4 Yeah, whatever
5 The Big Bopper 5 a Nimrod
6 Joe Morgan III 6 Some jagoff
7 Mr. Mutton-chops 7 Nimrod, Jr.
8 Fidel 8 Yet another nimrod
9 Barbara Bach's Husband 9 Seriously?
*Official lineups, I'll have to ask someone to help post, as I'll most likely be asleep when they come out.
Edited by David HK, 02 September 2019 - 11:56 PM.