The weekend that Benji realized he's useless, much like the Red Sox bullpen...

Recently, my wife has been occupied. This time of year is busier for a hall director than any other time of year. She’s been in hall director training, training her new staff, preparing for opening the hall, and attending welcome week events. Basically, everything was crazy leading up to last Sunday when 400 students moved in to our hall. Since Sunday, she’s had events each night that were mandatory for her to attend. So, basically, I’ve spent the last few weeks as a housing orphan. And, during that time I’ve realized a few things.

First, I hate when my wife is gone. I have never really enjoyed “alone time,” so these weeks always try my limits. While spending so much time alone has allowed me to get plenty of homework and advance work done, it has also made me ready for this whole thing to be over soon. Thankfully, the Yanks and Sux played a five game series over the weekend. Four of the games were on the telly box, so I got close to my fill. If not for that, I would have left the house five times a day to check the mail just so I could be around people.

Second, when Greta’s really gone—like she was for an overnight retreat a couple of weeks ago—I don’t even know how to function. For example, I don’t know what to eat. If she doesn’t leave leftovers in the fridge, clearly labeled and in microwave-ready containers, I’m lost. Similarly, I don’t know when to go to bed. She leaves for a night and I usually end up watching replays of old sporting events—like the 1991 World Series or something else completely random—on ESPN until 2am or something.

Third, when she’s busy, we run out of groceries. How that situation—which I’m told happens on a near monthly basis—gets rectified is somewhat unclear to me. I do know that we don’t own any farm animals that can help us in such situations, but beyond that I’m lost.

Ultimately, this has made me realize two things: that I am useless without my wife and that I really like it this way.

Speaking of the Yankees, the weekend was one big five-game sweep of a joyfest. Even when they made me stay up until 12:30 one night, they rewarded my steadfastness with an extra-innings win. This is why my devotion continues. They always reward it. This team looks good, and at the right time, too. The playoffs aren’t far off and the Yanks look built for October success. Who couldn’t make room for a 27th World Series trophy?

If you're hungry for more Yankees talk (and who wouldn't be?), cruise over to this website I recently discovered. It’s called Bleeding Pinstripes and pretty much could have been written by my twin separated at birth, if, of course, that twin grew up in NYC and loves the Yankees which really would be the only logical outcome if there was, indeed, a twin separated at birth thing.