Yeahbut what about those of us who have no favorite team, who follow baseball for the sheer love of the game, who are stirred to the very depths when we watch it being playing well?
“Baseball is the most perfect of games, solid, true, pure and precious as diamonds. If only life were so simple. Within the baselines anything can happen. Tides can reverse; oceans can open. That’s why they say, “the game is never over until the last man is out.” Colors can change, lives can alter, anything is possible in this gentle, flawless, loving game.” – W. P. Kinsella, “Shoeless Joe”
And then just when the days are all twilight, just when you need it most, it stops…
I’ve lost a ton of respect for Cardinals fans this post-season. I’ve seen way too much of this sentiment from too many of them. Good forbid you should suck it up and just say congrats.
I’m not a Royals “fan” but if you look at their run and all you can come up with is snark, it definitely reflects upon you, not them.
Somewhere, there must have been a Cards fan watching Game 5 saying “I wish it was our team getting beat by the Royals, just like 30 years ago.”
An actual replay of the I-70 Series would have been too epic for reality. So this worked out just fine.
As I’ve said earlier, I’m a Mariners fan. So the only contribution our team made to anyone’s post-season was (A) sucking bad enough to put the Rangers and Astros into the post-season, and (B) holding the Royals magic number at 3 one day. A game I got to attend, so a personal high point for me.
And yes, the Mariners will also cheerfully take credit for convincing Ned Yost that Jeremy Guthrie has no business on a Royals pitcher’s mound.
