The Waiting Game

For an impatient person like myself, hardly any phrase garners more teeth-grinding angst than "wait and see." "Maybe" is a close second. My idea of hell is more like limbo, because if nothing else, I'd rather know one way or the other.
Right now, my world is in limbo. My life changed forever last fall, and I'm still waiting for the dust to settle. Right now, everyone in the majors is speculating on whether the Giants really are new and improved, or if this 7-3 start is just a stroke of luck. My life over much of the past year has been an up-and-down roller coaster ride, and similarly, so has the Giants' season, even though it's just begun. Unfortunately for me and my team, only time will tell if we're going to come out on top- although at least things are looking up for the Giants. Despite the dismal 7-0 start tonight they rallied back to only fall to our nemesis (aka the Dodgers, aka spawns of Satan) with a final score of 10-8. *Side note- I'll have to write another post soon about how frustrating those close losses are.*
We've seen them rally back, we've seen them sweep the opening series- on the road- with ease, and I was there to watch them grind out a painful (home) opening day victory. It would seem that for the Giants, people are mostly waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for the team to fail.
They wait for the worst, while I wait for the best.

A short history of Jamie

I was born in Sacramento, and after a comfortable childhood I made the decision to attend San Francisco State University. I entered as a Journalism major and am now double majoring after adding Creative Writing. While in college I only became closer to my parents and continued to go on as many family vacations as possible. While not perfect, life was pretty good. Last summer, while studying abroad in Northern Ireland with a multimedia program, one of my best friends from high school died in an accidental car crash. She was 20 years old. A month and a half later, my mother died suddenly of heart-related issues. She was 53. A little over a week ago, another friend from high school killed herself. She was 22.

I hate that it sounds so melodramatic, so "woe is me." But let's face it, my life has been hard lately. A friend gave me some advice yesterday, to start a journal where I can express my feelings and work through them. That's what this blog will be- my own cathartic experience. Growing up just two hours from San Francisco I was raised a Giants fan, and I bleed orange and black. My dream job is to be the sportswriter for the team, so to get in the groove I've blogged about the team before. This season seems like our time again, time for Giants fans to be proud of more than just one player, be it legendary slugger Barry Bonds or phenomenal pitcher Tim Lincecum, so I thought about dusting off the blog again. Instead, I created this one. Hopefully it will help me turn my life right-side up again, like the organization seems to have done. The team's slogan this season is "It's Magic Inside." I hope they're right.