Why Start this Blog?

It’s a fair question. Why does one randomly start a blog, oh, ten years after they get popular? It is not because I’m not an early adopter I’ll have you know. I humbly submit that, in fact, I belong to the early majority category. But that’s neither here nor there.

I never had a blog for the same reason I don’t have a twitter and I rarely update my facebook, I kind of feel like I don’t have anything to say. From this you may infer that something in my life has changed, and now I have loads of fun things to say. Sadly, this is not the case. What has really driven me to create this blog is (oh, I just got an idea…let’s do this in quiz form!):

A. my belief that my impending marriage will make me far more interesting, and I’m trying to plan ahead
B. boredom
C. the incessant request of my friends and family to know more about what’s going on in my life
D. my quest for internet celebrity

The correct answer is b. Boredom. You know, your calendar’s just not that full when you’re an engaged 23-year old without a fiancé who lives with your parents. Shocking, I know. But, you may begin to argue, you have a full-time job. So you’re busy at least 40 hours a week. WRONG AGAIN reader. I spend an average of one hour a day actually working at my job. That may be something I shouldn’t splash all over the internet, what with companies spying on current and prospective employees and all. But, you know, I think that maybe the daily crosswords and in-depth reading of the Washington Post already kind of give the lack of activity and abundance of free time away so no worries.

And now you know.

Welcome to the Farm

As in the farm system, as in minor league baseball. Now's a good a time as any to explain the crazy ride that is the minors. In fact, I actually googled (I'm absolutely dependent on google-admitting is the first step right?) "things that are complicated, obscure and unpredictable" to find a good metaphor. Google returned to me antidepressants and the human soul among other things. I wasn't sure that either captured the essence of what I was going for so there will be no metaphor.

It turns out that almost no one knows anything about minor league baseball. This is what you learn when you date a baseball player and explain, repeatedly, the system. So you have heard of triple A. If you're good, you may even know about double A. If you know about single A, gold star for you. And if you are, in fact, familiar with the minors in their entirety, two for you Glen Coco, you go Glen Coco (that was indeed a self-serving reference to Mean Girls).

Now onto the facts. Most major league teams have six affiliates (excluding the international leagues) which are rookie league, short season A, A, high A, double A and triple A. And then you're to "the Show" (I personally find this one of the most ridiculous nicknames for anything ever but what do I know?). Along the way, you can get cut, promoted, demoted and traded at the whim of your parent club.

Since I know the real reason you're here is because you're obsessed with Nik (who isn't?!?) I will tell you that he is currently in A, the regular kind, in Charleston, SC. So two teams behind him and three more to go before they start putting him on the cover of video games and whatnot. Three more teams before the world can see his plump rump fill out those pinstripes (too much? I'm sorry. The line between appropriate and not is so blurry sometimes).

Well, i hope that wasn't information overload. And if this has just whetted your appetite for more minor league knowledge, you can look forward to the day when I force Nik to post some sort of day in the life of. Get excited.


This is Bark (because the mascot is a dog-clever huh?). Anyway, this is the type of silliness that accompanies minor league baseball. Bark frequently stands on top of the dugout and lifts up his (her, its?) "roots" and violently shakes its exposed blue and white polka dot boxers at the opposing team. Note sure why there wasn't a picture of that available online. I will try to capture the moment next time I'm there.

So You Don't Know What a WAG is....

The term WAG originated with the British tabloids who used it as an acronym to describe the Wives And Girlfriends of English football (soccer) players during the 2006 World Cup. It has since become a generic description of the Wives And Girlfriends of any athlete. If you're absolutely wild to know more, take a look here.

So, yes, I am a self-described WAG. Also, if you read that Wikipedia page you see that the term WAG is NOT a term of endearment. Sort of the equivalent of what one might call a jersey chaser
here in the states or a "real housewife" if you're into that sort of thing.

But, you know, I'm embracing the waggery because, really, what else can a girl do?