I’m supposed to be a good person and be grateful for what I have. Ordinarily I am. But right now I am not and a part of me is not happy with myself as a result of it.
You see, the Yankees had no business making it to the playoffs this year. We were rebuilding. We wanted these kids to learn, to grow, to become our team for the next generation. But we got so much more than we thought we would. We got so much more than we expected. It may have also been more than we deserved.
Nevertheless, we made it as a Wild Card Playoff team.
We won that one game playoff.
We entered the ALDS best of five and I prayed for at least four games so I can get at least one Yankee win and an extra game.
Well we got five and an amazing comeback performance moving us to the ALCS. It was incredible. I was walking on air, like so many Yankee fans.
We get to Houston, drop two, head to NYC and play like champions. We take three, and our mouths start to water.
The World Series is in our sights. We are one game away. Just one. But, alas, it was not to be. Houston was the better team and won.
Today I feel the same way I feel the day after the season ends every year…with a modicum of depression…but that’s baseball, isn’t it?
Even if we win it all, it would have to end and this feeling will still hit me.
So, with 158 days and a few hours until the March 29, 2018 Opening Day festival of all 30 teams playing in 15 games – the first time every team opens on the same day since 1968 – I received a text that have gave me this to help get me through….
….and for this I AM grateful.
Even less days until spring training games start on MLB.TV bud! Head up. I only have one more game in the booth with my son’s fall ball team before I go into my winter funk. The only thing that keeps me going is family time during the holidays and fantasy football. Always fun to read your posts PK. Take care.