Amazing sports day yesterday (watching, not playing. Please.) Obviously, I was on the edge of my seat most of the day with the cricket. It was unbelievable!!!

Then, at 1:30 in the morning (bank holiday!) Channel Five treated me to ESPN Sunday night baseball. Sunday Night Baseball! It was just Phillies at the D’backs but… wow. An enormous wave of homesickness washed over me, and I had felt that in so long, because :

1. It was baseball. There is no baseball here, I’m a huge baseball fan, and no amount of superb and exciting cricket will change that.

2. John Miller was announcing. I know no one in the UK will know who I’m talking about, but hearing his so-familiar voice, stories and jokes really brought me back to being a little girl, listening to the Oriole’s on WBAL.

I never really get homesick anymore because I’ve built a pretty awesome life here and I don’t have the inclination to ever look back. What’s the point? But last night made me realize that I hadn’t been to a single baseball game this year. Not once did I sit in the sun and keep score in my program, not once did I get absolutely hammered with my best friends and/or my dad on a hot summer night at Camden Yards. I never went to the local park to see the Bowie Baysox, I didn’t see a single strikeout, homerun, or double play. I never cursed the Yankees, or took a nap to some boring NL game. I never want hoarse yelling my head off, or stood up and hopped up and down waiting on pins and needles of each ninth inning pitch. Hell, I’ve never even seen a single National play! And I was so startled by that realization that I kind of got upset.

I should feel lucky that I became an ex-pat in these modern times where I can email my friends whenever I want, never miss calls from my mom on my mobile, and use the internet to download anything I want from home. But I don’t; right now I just feel sad.