I’m not a crier.
Well, not really.
Unless you count Hallmark commercials. Or, okay, Humane Society ads. And yeah, when a family member or friend is hurting. Or seeing pictures of my kids (and their friends) when they were babies.
And yes. I cried a little when the 2014 Forever-Champions-in-my-heart Kansas City Royals made into the World Series. And again when they just couldn’t get Alex home. So, maybe there IS crying in baseball.
At the risk of getting all sappy, I’ll just quickly say that these guys represent way more than baseball. Despite the enthusiasm you’ve seen on this blog and that my friends have seen on Facebook, I do think about things other than baseball.
Seriously. What is it about a sporting event that can incite such a passion in the fans who watch? I’m a grown woman for heaven’s sake! I’ve got children to raise, a husband to feed and problems to solve. Why invest so much time and energy into a group of individuals I’ll probably never meet or interact with?
Because these guys spent a season reminding us of why we watch sports in the first place. Athletics, when done right, teach life lessons about teamwork, respect and having faith in other people you depend on…or who depend on you.
Sure, it’s fun to poke at the opponent, chide a buddy who likes a rival and to get all crazy when the announcers paste pictures of their favorite pitcher on the monitor while your favorite one is throwing the junk.
But, the bottom line is that these guys had the charisma to bring people together. In an age when it’s so easy to be polarized because of different politics, religion, beliefs, and environment, how cool is that something as simple as throwing a nasty change-up, stealing a base and hitting a home run can bring us together?
The fun of this season, hands down, have been the people I’ve shared it with. Many of my blogger buds took the time to come back and find an old post just so they could tell me good luck or check in on me. Wow! Your texts, tweets and comments touched me beyond belief. I watched almost every game via text with my family back home and our little league baseball moms. My family and bestie and I even saw some games in person!
The sting of losing at the end of an awesome season has lessened and I’m already looking forward to next year. In this day and age, anything that works to bring a group of people together in a unified moment of joy–or sadness– is a great thing. There will be plenty of times when we are at odds with each other, so let’s hang on to this moment.
And you know what? It’s okay to cry a little. Crying means you care. Especially when it’s something (or someone) beyond baseball which is all these guys have ever been.
Could someone please pass me the tissues?