How good does it feel, Sox fans? How good does it feel? If you're reading this, you staved off the seemingly inevitable heart attack/nervous breakdown/any other ailment brought on by last week's roller coaster ride with the Silver and Black.
From the deepest despair, to the brink of elimination, to the guarded optimism of watching the Royals (the friggin' Royals) slap around the Twins at the Metrodome, to the soon-to-follow dejection of watching the Indians slap around the Sox... To the endless scenario projections (if we win today, and the Twins lose, then we play Monday, but if we win that..., etc.), to dejection after Gavin's error, to sweet, sweet joy after Alexei's granny, to finally, ultimately, nervous anxiety replaced by the sweetest, most beautiful ecstacy. Does it get any better than this? Is this not what baseball is made of? 162 games, coming down to 1 run scored over 9 innings?
Thank you, for a wonderful season. A team picked, at best, to finish 3rd in their division, losing some of their best players along the way, scrapped and fought and did it. If you're a White Sox fan, and you truly understand the long, agonizing history of this team, you understand the true gravity of that sentence. They did it. The journey's not complete, but how White Sox would it have been to have checked out today?
Get some rest, tomorrow, everyone. We go from 89-74 today to 0-0 Thursday. Game 1 is in Tampa Bay; first pitch is at 1:30 PM.
What a ride. Hopefully the best is yet to come. GO SOX!
3 comments:
you tell us when you decide to start blogging regularly.
Ouch. I didn't think ANYONE read this thing. It's nice to have critics.
I deserved that.
:)
you had a good thing going this summer, too bad you got fat and lazy, or whatever it was the kept you from continuing a worthwhile blog.
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