I tried switching things up. Watc.etarepsedhed the first few innings, then turned it off if things looked bad. Tried just checking the score on my phone instead of watching live. Even tried wearing a different Rangers cap – yeah, I know, silly superstition, but you get desperate.
Getting Hands-On
After one particularly bad loss, I just couldn't take it anymore. Sitting there, stewing about errors or runners left on base wasn’t doing me any good. I needed to do something, anything, to get my mind off it. So, I went out to the garage. It was a mess, had been for months. Tools everywhere, half-finished projects collecting dust. I figured, okay, let’s tackle this instead.
So, I started. Pulled everything off the workbench. Sorted screws and nails into little containers. Cleaned up my saws, wiped down the drill press. It was just mindless work, you know? But it felt good. Felt productive, unlike yelling at the TV screen.
- First step: Just clear a space. Threw out some actual junk.
- Next: Grouped similar tools together. Wrenches with wrenches, pliers with pliers.
- Then: Started putting things away properly. Pegboard hooks finally got used.
- Finally: Swept the whole floor. Felt like a new space.
It took a couple of evenings. While I was out there, sorting through old bolts and finding that missing socket wrench I thought was gone forever, I wasn't thinking about the Rangers' batting average with runners in scoring position. I was just focused on the task at hand. Putting order to chaos, I guess.
Found an old birdhouse kit I bought years ago and forgot about. Maybe I’ll actually put that together next.
Look, cleaning the garage didn't magically make the Rangers start winning again. Of course not. But it was way better for my own sanity than just sitting there feeling helpless about a baseball team's slump. It was something I could actually control, finish, and feel decent about. Sometimes you just gotta redirect that energy, you know?
