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Friday, September 16, 2005

Sometimes itís easy to forget whatís important. I know whatís important, and that should be obvious if youíve read every single entry Iíve ever written here in the last five and a half years. In all those pages youíll find that three or four times Iíve let it slip that I know whatís important.

Itís not reality television, although I was mighty upset by what happened on Big Brother 6 tonight. When youíve been watching a program for almost three months, including the live Internet feeds, and your favorite houseguest gets evicted on the last show before the finale, youíre bound to be bummed. But thatís not whatís important. (Although I am, indeed, bummed. Totally.)

Baseball is important, of course, but itís not whatís really important. So you canít get too badly unstrung when the Giants blow a late lead against the Dodgers, and you canít get too euphoric when they come back to win. You can be sad when the bullpen fails and happy when a slumping rookie gets a clutch hit, but itís not whatís important. Or so I keep telling myself.

Iíll tell you whatís really not important, although itís probably the one thing I write about most often. Work. My job. Not important. It keeps food on my TV tray and a roof over my head, but thatís all itís good for. It doesnít advance the cause of civilization or satisfy my soul. I like it, but I like a lot of other things more. Is it possible that something is necessary without being important? Obviously, I think it is.

16 September 2005

Full moon, seen through the dead birch tree.

You know whatís important to me. When I got a call from David tonight to come and visit with him and his family, I nearly jumped out of my chair and into the car. (And thank you, job, for putting gas in my car.) Thatís whatís important. Kylie is ten days old and beautiful and perfect. Aiden is fifteen and a half months old and full of bubbling personality. Thatís whatís important, and Iíve never lost sight of that fact.

Plus, it made the pain of what happened on Big Brother tonight a lot easier to take, watching it with Tammy and David. (Still bummed, though.)

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The game started with first-inning home runs by Randy Winn and Barry Bonds (his first in nearly a year). But I like the way it ended. After the Dodgers tied it with two runs in the eighth, the Giants parlayed a leadoff walk into a 5-4 win in the ninth when Todd Linden, three hits in his last 30 at bats, singled to right to drive in the deciding run. Sometimes a single is even more dramatic than a homer. If I were the Giants, Iíd consider this series a chance to blow the Dodgers out of the pennant race, and then Iíd move on from there. But I have the luxury of looking at it with emotion instead of logic. Thatís the advantage of being a fan.

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