If I was in New York, half of my co-workers would be just as tired as I am this morning, after the Yankees and RedSox went FOUR hours and 45 minutes and 11 innings last night. But here in Chicago, almost no one knew the game even happened. As I practically fell into the coffee pot, co-workers asked what was wrong, and if I was sick. In New York, people would have just known why I was so tired.
It's just the small moments like this that make me miss home. I'm glad that I was able to spend the weekend with my family and some friends celebrating my step-brothers wedding. Though it wasn't in New York, seeing loved ones all weekend made it hurt just a little less when my midwest co-workers looked at me like an alien for watching baseball all night.
Thank god for my family... and the New York Yankees.
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