It was a weekday in May. The brisk sea air hurried in the marine layer for another cool evening in San Diego. The hair on my face was getting long, as it should be. It is May Beard season as a San Diego Padres fan I know this beard is a good omen.

The living room I sat in was not mine. It was my parents. As a 31 year old man it pained me to be there, but it does not matter. I signed my lease for a new apartment in June. It was temporary, my parents had cable. All was going to be ok, I could feast my eyes on my beloved Padres and all would be fine in the world. Right? Right?

They live in North County... Time Warner Cable Country... so the answer is... NOOOOOO!

The scene that took place: me sitting on the couch glaring up at their massive HD flat screen TV, with my fast food on my lap, a Gaslamp Ball open thread ringing with updates on my netbook, a tab with gameday shooting me delayed information and what would you guess was on the screen?

The Mother F**king NBA playoffs.

Tears were gathering in my eyes. I lurk the open thread, but do not comment. Jealous of all the GLB'ers who get to watch the game and a festival of K's and sad ground balls. My fists clinch up in rage. I want a drink, but my parents don't drink. Thats MY team! Maybe they wouldn't suck if more people could watch and shoot them positive fan vibes?

We may be pathetic, but its MY team that is pathetic, and I want to support them all the way.

I cannot make it to as many games as I used to. I have a wedding in a couple weeks and every evening seems to be booked with things to do, and I need to save every penny for the honeymoon. I've only made it to two games.

I feel like a addict, I need my HD big screen fix of Chase Headley's beautiful face and perfect beard. I need to see Buddy's rugged masculinity up close. I want to see Clayton's million dollar smile as though he is smiling at me. I want to see the Padre's magically get a run without a hit.

I haven't seen FSNSD yet. Sure I have heard uncle Teddy, Scan and Andy... but I need to see it.

Yes, I could go to bar's, but they require pants. PANTS OF ALL THINGS!

Its a sad lonely spring that will transition into a sad lonely summer.

A summer without HD big screen Padres several days a week.