It looks like Albert is off to a rough start in LA. Have you caught yourself checking in on him yet?
If by “checking in on him” you mean stalking his Facebook page, dialing his phone number then hanging up real quick and annoyingly asking our mutual friends if he’s really
happy with his new lover, then no. I haven’t done any of that.
But I have watched an unhealthy amount of Angels games early this season (BECAUSE I CAN’T HELP MYSELF) and I have to admit: even watching Albert struggle early on is no consolation for his loss. There is no consolation. Period. None. So it does me no good to dwell on it anymore.
IT’S OVER. FOREVER.
And that’s okay.
It is no secret that Albert’s decision to leave the St. Louis Cardinals left me DEVASTATED. I was in deep
mourning for most of January. As February rolled along, I found myself dealing with the five stages of grief
more intimately than I ever wanted. But by the end of March, I’d finally reached the road of acceptance. I had no power to change anything anyway, so I could choose to be miserable or I could choose to move on.
I chose to move on.
Albert Pujols provided me with some of the greatest memories of my entire life. It is my decision to hold those memories dear, to never let go, but to also accept the change that is reality and be one with it. Harboring any ill will towards the man who brought me such joy has zero benefits. Just like I wish myriad ex-girlfriends the best in their individual lives post-Jeff, I also wish Albert the best. That being said, when he strikes out or grounds into a double-play, I become human at times and secretly engage in a bit of childish taunting. But this is not done with a hateful or angry tone. I am mindful of it. I acknowledge its silliness. I immediately let it go.
AP may not be off to a torrid start when it comes to power numbers, but the homers and RBIs are going to come. And when they do, I’ll tip my cap just as I would anyone else: while hollerin’ “GO CARDINALS!!!”
Hate me. I’m cool with it. Just don’t hate me ‘cuz I’m right.