| This is the true story of a man and a touch of heartbreak. It began as any other day in which your mother-in-law was in town and your favorite baseball team was in the playoffs for the first time in four years. Sure, the team had not won their division in eight years, but thanks to the magical wild-card, they made it nonetheless! Due to some scheduling jackass in the Major League front office, this team of mine did not start their first game until 10pm Eastern Time, which is 9pm for me here in the Central timezone. Every other game managed to begin early so that their fans did not have to stay up late to watch. This wasn't even because it was on the West coast either. Two games had already been played on the West coast, both of which began at a reasonable hour for all of the nation. But there was a jackass who scheduled the game that pertained to me. Four and a half hours later, this team of mine let me down. 1:47am where I was, on a worknight. I do not blame the time for why my team lost. I blame the poor play of my team. But, I will say that a game that ends at 1:47am will add to the foul tempermant at work that morning. Such a foul tempermant that a poorly played game two of the series only added to the pissiness that was felt. Now, I will say that I have a positive outlook going into game three, a potential elimination game for my team, because I am a fan. A fan that, in my opinion, supercedes those same fans found throughout my daily life. I say this because I did stay up and watch game one until 1:47am. I did get up and go to work four hours later. And I did return home and watch a game that was essentially over after the first inning. I did not give up on my team and I still believe in a miracle. It may be far-fetched, given the fact that my team pulled off the same sort of miracle four years ago. How often do these come-from-behind miracles happen in a man's lifetime? Here is one fan who is hoping that it happens again. I will not blame my team. I will not change the names of my pets when the players they are named after fail to perform. I will simply say that I hope they have better luck next year and watch again as they either fill my heart with joy or break it once again. But the season is still intact, at least for another game. Thus, I say "GO RED SOX!!!!!!" |
| Thursday, October 2, 2003. 6:20pm |
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