This Year, It's Serious!

I just registered with Fox Sports...for a fantasy baseball team...

Not sure what possessed me to do it, but I did. Maybe it's this feeling that, for real for real this year the Mets are gonna take it. Every article I keep reading adds to my excitement, even if the last game against those trick-ass Red Sox didn't showcase our power players (Beltran, sweetie, you need me to nurse you back to health? *wink wink*), Santana's arm has proven to be worth every penny so far. And yes, I'm aware we're only in the pre-season, but I got a feeling, OKAY? Just roll with it, dammit!

Now, I have the attention span of a small child, so I don't know if I'll stick with it throughout the entire season, but I don't know; today, something just said to me, "Play fantasy baseball."

Don't laugh! At least I didn't listen to the voice that said, "Quit your job and stay in bed, you're obviously too tired to go on..." or the one that said, "Just hop on that plane, move to DR and never look back."

And let me tell you- that last voice was hella-tempting! Let me tell you, and Mari- correct me if I'm wrong- if I were to call Abuelo right now and say that life in the U.S. just isn't doing it for me and I want to move down there with my babies and can I stay with him, he'd be like, "When you gettin here?" except he wouldn't use Ebonics when saying it. I'm sure my aunts and uncles would find me a gig right quick and we'd fall right into place in no time, you know, what with having a chaperon, driver, house maid and all in FREAKIN PARADISE. And I can't remember, does Abuelo still have those body guards posted outside the house? Nice...

Wait, why am I still here????

I could do it, change this blog to La Jaded Cristo Reyan, bitch about the lights going out, Haitians at the border, the price of eggs and trying to choose between los Tigres de Licey or the Aguilas from el Cibao in the winter baseball league...decisions, decisions...

But, wait, I got off topic. Where was I? Oh, yes, Fantasy Baseball... I manage the Brooklyn All-Stars (original name, I know LOL). If you play, look me up.

On Another Serious Tip...
Tomorrow I go back to my OB/GYN to get my test results. Considering that she's had me dangling at the edge of my seat for damn near two weeks on this shit, I'm pretty sure it's not cancer because she would have called me in sooner, RIGHT? I think I'm finally ready to accept Jack and Lani's suggestions that it's probably just fibroids or a benign cyst, or even scar tissue from that pinche operation I had in '98.

And you know, I remember that after the surgery, the stupid-ass doctor was like, "We managed to save your ovary and fallopian tube" and I was like, "What for?" I think they chalked it up to the anesthesia, but I was like, no, really- what for?? Don't I have another one of the left side? I'm just sayin...

*smooches...three weeks and counting for B-A-S-E-B-A-L-L!!*
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I scheduled my live draft for 10AM on Saturday... I'm not really sure what that means, but I'm excited nonetheless! HA!