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Here’s a statement I thought I’d never make: I came down with a baaaaad case of sports overload.

Chalk it up to a jam-packed, rather-important, totally-intense sporting weekend featuring all of our area’s teams.

The Lightning won their season opener. Yay! Great start to the year, Bolts.

The Bucs came back in a brilliant, made-for-a-screenplay way to beat the Cincinnati Bengals on the road. Wow!

The college football scene was crazy as well, with USF dropping a close one to Syracuse and some other games across the nation that changed the poll landscape dramatically. And no, I’m still not ready to talk about what happened in Gainesville. Thank you for understanding.

Then there were the Rays. Our underachieving, overachieving, never-say-die, slightly-anemic, good-grief-who-are-you-guys Rays.

Backs to the wall, with their fans’ hearts in their hands, the team went into Texas down two games in a best-of-five series.

And won. Both games. Sending the action back to the Trop for the winner-takes-all game tonight. Hot damn!

I usually say that Caller ID is the greatest technological achievement we have. After this weekend, I’m amending that to add the Picture in Picture function of my telly.  By the time Sunday night rolled around, the text on the PiP button on my remote was partially rubbed off and my voice was hoarse from yelling at the screen. Plus my head hurt. And there was no beer in sight. All signs of a good sports drunk.

I think my overload was a result of having so many important and emotional games all packed into one tight timeframe. And such a roller coaster -- teams ahead, then behind, playing well, playing badly. Lather, rinse, repeat. That’s what I get for being a sports fan who wears her heart on her sleeve – in other words, a chick. Yeah, I can say that.

On Monday, the Day After, I didn’t want to watch anything involving a ball, bat or puck. Didn’t click over to MLB Network nor ESPN. That’s serious. Just needed to cleanse the palate. My DVR is now cleared off of all the shows I taped while watching – you guessed it – sports.

Tonight, as David Price takes the mound at 8:07 pm with the Rays’ season on the line, I’ll be watching. With clear head and positive attitude. I’m ready (and let’s hope they are…)

You know what they say -- the only cure for a sports hangover is MORE COWBELL! 

Play ball, Rays!

 

Photographs by cstreet.us, thelastminute, turtlemom nancy , fesek, kthypryn, justinwright, sue_elias, pointnshoot, and scrapstothefuture used in background montage under Creative Commons. Thank you.