I'm a spiritual man writing about sex, and a sexual man writing about the sacred. Here, the two overlap, with other topics and tangents thrown in. I’m also a geek, which means discussing and analyzing sex is almost as fun as having it. If I can make you think and reflect and inspire your own comments, lovely. If I also make you wet or hard- engaging your mind as well as your pink bits- all the better. Read and enjoy. Share your responses. Share your thoughts. Share yourself.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Long suffering

I’ve often said that I’m not much of a switch. That I’m happy to just enjoy sex that doesn’t have a kinky/bdsm dynamic, but when I do play those kinds of games, I’m pretty exclusively a top/dom. But now I’m wondering if in some small way I’m wrong, as its becoming clear that rooting for the NY Mets this season is an act of extreme masochism.

I was at the game tonight and it was just awful. Bad hitting, bad pitching, bad fielding. More then anything the team is just playing like they have no heart, no pride. No love of the game. What I’ve loved about the best iterations of this team, be it 86, 99, or 06 was their grit, their hustle, their pure love of the game and joy playing it. Reyes wasn’t the only one who brought that energy, but he was the symbol of that, their sparkplug. Now, the whole team looks dead, from him all the way down through the line up. Even the manager getting himself thrown out couldn’t get them fired up.

The Mets are my team. Always have been, always will be. But right now, I just wish I could safeword.

1 comments:

Nix said...

I feel your pain.
I'm a Red Sox fan.