Put some clothes on!

I’m all about maximizing my time at the gym – including the locker room. I use the scales to weigh myself (although I swear, those suckers are off by at LEAST 5lbs), the showers when I swim, and the steam room if I’m feeling like I need to unwind. I don’t have a problem with other people doing the same – and to be honest, I’ve seen enough naked ladies in my life that I’m not bothered changing or seeing others change in said setting.

With one exception: the woman that walks around with no underwear on, for absolutely no conceivable reason.

Seriously, what the hell can she possibly be so preoccupied with that she forgets to put on some drawers? Sometimes she wears a shirt – but no shorts. Come on sister – it’s freaking me out. And it’s not like we’re talking about a quick – in and out change. She WALKS AROUND. With her lady parts just there for everybody to see. What benefit do you gain by letting your unmentionables get a breather – in a locker room? At home, sure. I get it. I like to go commando or walk around in the buff – just for kicks. But in front of a whole bunch of people you don’t know (yeah, okay, we’re all chicks, but still.) And sorry, but it isn’t like she’s some sort of playboy model. The Venus de Milo at least had the decency to cover herself – even with no arms.

Ultimately I’ve seen more of this girl’s naked lower half than I probably have of my own. I don’t know why she does it – but the novelty is over. Put on some underwear.

You’d think she was Brittney Spears or something. Gawd.

Baseball Fever

I wouldn’t call myself a Johnny-Come-Lately fan when it comes to the Rockies. Ever since moving in with my boyfriend a few years ago I have been force fed more baseball games than you can shake a stick at. Pre-game, post-game, highlights – you name it, we watch it. Initially I was a bit defiant when it came to learning to love a sport I had never shown any interest in. You have to admit, for the newbie fan - baseball is often really slow. But the more games I watched, the more I was drawn to this underdog team. And this season, when suddenly it looked like the Rocks were real contenders for the wild card (although at times seemed to be shot in the dark) I found myself afflicted with a condition I would never have thought possible:

Baseball Fever.

I watch every game. I look forward to the pre-game & post-game reports. I tune in to the highlights. Over and over and over. When people talk about their obsession with the Red Sox, the Yankees or the Cubs, I’ve always looked in wonder at these seemingly irrational people. I mean, come on, it’s baseball for goodness sake. Who cares?!

Suddenly, I do.

I live for every moment the Rocks score a run, have a double play, or make a miraculous comeback in the 13th inning (much to the consternation of my heart and my stomach.) I can’t seem to get enough sports coverage. Articles, blogs, webcasts. If it’s about my beloved Rockies, I’m all over it. Suddenly I understand this mania that grips fans in other states. I have to wear black and purple all week, and the jewelry and way I style my hair must remain constant on game days. It’s ridiculous, but I can’t seem to help it. As my very first post-season, I am caught up in the excitement of watching a team I love, and root for every minute of my waking day. And as my very first post-season run, there is a feeling of magic I doubt I will ever be able to recapture – no matter how many more times we go.

But the bait was set, and I have fallen hook, line, and sinker. As a newcomer to this baseball mania I have only one thing to say: GO ROCKIES!!!