First, I’d like to congratulate the Houston Astros on getting to their first World Series. And to their fans, congratulations as well. It’s been a long time coming, and considering the struggles of the team in the past, it’s well deserved.
And although I’m deeply disappointed that it’s not the Cardinals moving on, I guess the baseball fan in me is kind of glad. Why? Because Craig Biggio and Jeff Bagwell have finally gotten to see the World Series from the field. Granted, I’ve never really liked Biggio. Even though he’s been a great player and should go to the Hall of Fame (I think moving to second base from catcher was the best thing that could have happened to his career), something about him just grates on me. As for Bagwell, I really feel bad for him. His team finally reaches the pinnacle, and there’s not much that he can do to contribute (I feel pretty much the same way about Frank Thomas).
But, despite all that, I’m disappointed. Not mad. Not frustrated. I’m not even wondering why, for the second year in a row, the Cardinals have suddenly stopped hitting at an inopportune time. I’m just disappointed. And I must say, it’s worse than it was last year; I think it’s on par with losing to the Mets in 2000.
This is worse than last year, I think, for two reasons. First, last year, they at least got to the World Series. No, they didn’t win. But I felt that they would take that last step this year. And now that there’s no more magic, it’s a tough pill to swallow knowing that they won’t.
Second, looking at the changes that are facing the team, and looking around the division, I’m not sure they can make it back this far next year.
Now, I realize that there are 26 other teams out there who would have gladly traded places with the Cardinals. I also realize that there are other teams out there who have suffered far worse. That should be some consolation, but it isn’t.
The one thing I’ve gained though, particuarly after they’ve been eliminated the last few years, is some perspective. I may be disappointed, but really, the disappointment I feel pales to real life tragedies that other people are experiencing at this very moment.
To end, I have to say that even though I love baseball, there are times that I wish I didn’t. Because baseball, or any sport you’re truly passionate about, can be a lot like life.
How?
It hurts.
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