Tracey's Triangle: Team Awesome

When did everything become a “team”?

Team Gale, Team Peeta, Team Honey Badger, Team Jesus (really? We’re gonna go there?)We use it for EVERYTHING

Back in the day you root root rooted for the home team,
picked teams for dodge-ball,
and the team of oxen helped you cross the Oregon Trail on that one msdos computer used for ‘educational purposes’ in the classroom.
and unless you were an athlete or a mathlete - you we’re never on a “team”.

We picked sides. Sure. What highschool drama didn’t start with picking sides of an argument?
But when did those words become interchangeable?

It has also become common nomenclature for indicating you support someone.
“I’m on team Matthew all the way” Really? You are? Who's the other team? The rest of the world? Fine I pick Team Rest-of-the World, I like those odds.

And when did it become cool to put just about anything: T-shirts, snap bracelets(ps stoked these are back) bags, buttons?

Showing pride of a team is fine. I like to think wearing my Red Sox shirt boosts confidence of the players and contribute to the hometeam advantage.  What’s irritating about theses Gen Z teams is that being on sed team, showing your supports and displaying you’re colors like it was a bloods vs crips out there does absolutely nothing. It neither helps nor hinders any decision.

So I ask again, When did everything become a “team”?
And with most thing wrong in this day of age:

I blame Twilight.

Team Edward Team Jacob Team Bella Team Carlisle
Team Guy-who-almost-hit-bella-with-a-car
Team my girl-friend-made-me-come-to-the-midnight-release

Now let me explain that I was - am - one of the girls who read the books and will go see all the movies and read the stupid articles in magazine in the check out line, but that doesn’t mean it’s not truly a crappy piece of literature, if that’s what you call it. If we’re honest with ourselves the morals are iffy, the writing subpar (not that I could do better but have read better on the back of cereal boxes), the premise (the supernatural crap aside) is creepy, unhealthy, perverted and unrealistic and the fangirls- well...need I say more?

I could go on for days so let me make my point.

If I wear a Team Jacob Shirt,  no matter how much I try, explain, and wish it to be so, it will not alter the end of that blasted book.

So come on America- I challenge you- we need to come up with something new cause I’m getting tired of picking teams especially ones that not only lose but doesn’t even get a chance to play.

The Right side, The Wrong side, and My side.

Tracey’s Triangle: Coffee

I, like any upstanding North Easterner, drink coffee. I’ve had ‘coffee’ for as long as I can remember. Having been born and raised in Rhode Island, I fondly recall in elementary school “milk time.” The teacher aids would come in to the classroom with a milk crate with little milk cartons and -if your Mom gave you milk money- for 50 cents you could get in the line and buy one. There were inevitably 3 flavors: white, chocolate...and coffee. (Still to this day Autocrat coffee syrup adorns my refrigerator door.) Then throughout highschool when I could drive myself to school I would get up early and get –no matter what season- an Iced Coffee from good ole ‘Bess Eaton.’ And as an Adult where I work now there is a weekly –if not daily- Dunkin Run. This of course is in addition to the coffee pot that’s always on in the kitchen.

However if I’m honest with myself,
and to the world,
I don’t like it as much as I say I do.

Let me rephrase.
First, it never seems to taste as good as it smells,
but mostly because the proportions are never quite right.

Whether if I make it or someone else does there is such a fine line between

the bitter ‘Cowboys-sitting-around-a-fire-drinking-from-tin-cups-using-up-their-supply-of-100lbs-they-bought-at-the-beginning-of-the-Oregon-Trail-2’ coffee without enough sugar

and the sickeningly sweet 'Lollipops-Cherry pie-Cream puffs-Ice Cream-Treacle Tart-and-Allllll-Freeeeeee-Today’ coffee with so much sugar that you can taste the granular glop that pools at the bottom

that I am rarely happy.

So it shows a true addition when you keep coming back for more in hopes of that rare:
best-part-of-waking-up,
   time-to-make-the-donuts,
      good-to-the-last-drop,
         christ-is-the-answer,
            my-me-time,
               perfect cup-of-Jo(han).

It’s like a corner but with a T.