Dissociation is a mental process where a person disconnects from their thoughts, feelings, memories or sense of identity.
7:05 pm, April Twenty Fourth of the year Two Thousand and Twenty Four.
That is when I dissociated from the current Houston Astros baseball team. Maybe, it was because it took me forever to get the Fubo app open, maybe it was the fact that my leftovers did that thing where the plate is piping hot and the outside of the food is warm but the middle is cold and you have to get up and reheat, maybe it is finally realizing the game started and the team is down 5-0 in the first. Those could all be variables but what I do know is that this baseball team is not the same Golden Era squads and it’s a hard reality in the present. I’m not worried or panicked when the calendar has yet hit to May BUT I am concerned. A team full of returners, a team of MVP’s, future MVP’s, Silver Slugger, Gold Glovers and a few Hall of Famers look like a team sleep walking expecting a team to roll over because the resumé and back of the baseball card tells the opposition “well geez guys guess we shouldn’t show up today”. Maybe, MAYBE you get that in the dog days when you can lean on lesser clubs that are already looking forward to the off-season but this early in the season where eternal Championship hope has bloomed in Spring, every team wants to beat your ass. Especially to the team who has built an empire over the last decade, that would make Alexander blush. Better days are ahead, that comes with winning or the reality that this season is chalked and you look forward to a reset in 2025 but what I do know is if I don’t see some Fuck You attitude, the dissociation will roll into the dog days.
Dez
