An Addict’s Perfect Storm – World Series And Deer Season

Hi, I'm Gary.....and I'm an addict.  And not just addicted to one thing...I've got a couple of addictions. Well, only a couple worth writing about.  I'm also addicted to chocolate pie and corn fritters, but that's about all that needs to be said about those.  Nope, I've got 2 addictions that I'm not really certain I want to quit. Course, they're getting to be a little problematic, so I guess I've taken the first step.  Owning up to it.  I'm addicted to Texas Rangers Baseball!  I'm so addicted that I'd probably steal to pay for cable.  I wouldn't sell my kids, but I'd lease 'em out for the weekend.  I knew I had it bad when I couldn't remember missing a single game on television...for the last 5 years.  Well, not one that I didn't miss because my own kids were playing baseball....but I always made sure I recorded those and would watch the whole thing when I got home...already knowing the final score.  I even get mobile updates on my phone to let me know every time someone scores in their games.  I'm like a walking Ranger-o-pedia.  Once, during a game, one of the kids put popcorn in the microwave and set the timer for 2 hours (not 2 minutes).  One of my other sons comes running into the living room and says "Dad, Colt almost caught the microwave on fire" and I barely turned my head from the game to say..."I was wondering what that smell was".    It was never a problem before last year.  See, I'm a Rangers fan from way back, so I remember the years....and years...and years...that whatever the Rangers had accomplished by the All Star break would soon be wiped out by their "lack of everything" after that point.  I mean, until last year, they'd never won a single game in the play offs.  Now, they've morphed into this "October Monster".  2 World Series appearances IN A ROW.  Who'd a thunk it?  And that brings me to my other obsession.  

Deer Hunting!  For years all my attention was on fishing, but somehow all those incredible mornings of hanging out with my boys in a deer stand, whispering little "knock, knock jokes" to each other and watching all of God's creation come alive, overtook my passion of fishing.  Now, in the spaces where rods and reels and fishing lures once hung, are camouflage pants and shirts, rubber boots and doe urine.  So, here's my quandary.  Here we are, just days from opening morning of deer season and we're in the middle of the World Series with our Rangers and the Cardinals TIED with 2 games each.  It's the Perfect Storm.  Both of my addictions are coming together the same week. And no matter the outcome of tonight's game at 7:05, we assured of at least one more game Wednesday night at 7 in St. Louis. This is the time when I'm supposed to be sighting in my rifle, checking for rubs and scrapes, spraying wasp nests in the deer stands and cleaning up the deer camp and I'm putting all those things on hold while I study each team's line up and starting pitchers. (Like they're gonna call me for my thoughts)  So while I'm ecstatic to still be watching my Rangers.... I'm in total chaos. Course, I guess it could be a lot worse.  I could be a "Yankees" fan...