“Why I’m Exhausted” by Zack Hample
Three games in three days is life-consuming, at least the way I do it. When I go to Shea, I have to leave my apartment by 3:30pm, and I’m usually gone for close to eight hours. Then I eat dinner. Then I check my voice-mail and e-mail. Then I shower. Then I update my web site and ball log and refrigerator magnets and various other lists/thing. Then I photograph the evening’s interesting balls. Then I scan my autographed ticket stubs. Then I look through all my photos from the day and decide which ones I want to use. Then I edit them. (When there are little girls sobbing in the background and security guards surrounding me along with hostile fans threatening to kick my ***, I airbrush them out.) By this point, it’s about 2am…and THEN I start writing my entry. That usually takes about two or three hours. Sometimes four or five hours if I have a lot to say. Then I spell-check. Then I edit. Then I think of more stuff to say and type it in way too fast and often misspell it and important words. (Like that.) Then I insert photos. Then, if I get around to it, I brush my teeth. Then I check my e-mail again and read the day’s box scores for about 40 minutes. By this point, the filthy pigeons on my fire escape are cooing in the morning light, while city buses 40 feet below are screeching in the morning commute. Then I go to bed. Then I wake up about five hours later so I can get all my stuff done (including fixing all the typos that my dad and my friend Brooke point out) before running out the door for Shea. If there’s time, I’ll get a sandwich on the way. I usually stop at this scuzzy little deli near the subway. It’s not very good, but it’s quicker than walking the extra block to Subway (the restaurant), and it’s less messy than dealing with pepperoni pizza on the #7 train. Lately, my sandwich of choice has been a fried chicken cutlet with melted cheddar on an onion bagel. But usually, there are no onion bagels, so I alternate between poppy and sesame. By this point, it’s usually 3:46pm, so I have to run to the subway and then run IN the subway and then run FROM the subway to the Shea Stadium ticket office. And then my Day O’ Snagging begins anew. So that’s why I’m exhausted.