Games like that make us all crazy.
Consider. When it was over, Liam texted one word to me: "Unbelievable." What did I text back? This:
Death to Carlson. Death to Wolfe.
A bit over the top, no?
I mean, really - why the hell should I care? It's not my job, or my livelihood. I'm not the one staring at an imminent trip to the minors and the accompanying 85% pay cut that goes with it.
Nevertheless, I found myself in an uncomfortable emotional place - I was trying to do some work here and I couldn't seem to give it my full attention.
So I decided a nice bicycle ride in the rain was required. This is a diversionary tactic -if I ride long enough, the motorists will eventually provoke me to the point that I start yelling at them. My anger is thus transferred from the baseball game to one of life's everyday irritations, and dissipates naturally. (As a cyclist, it is my theory that there are only three kinds of vehicles on the road: 1) buses and big trucks - they can't see what they're doing, so there's a good chance they might hurt you; 2) taxis - they don't care what they're doing, so there's a good chance they might hurt you; 3) ordinary cars - they don't know what they're doing, so there's a good chance they might hurt you. The lesson is, be always on your guard.)
Anyway, if anyone has any anger management strategies of their own to share.... now would be a really good time.
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