Check it out . . . I think Galloway is right about some stuff (not so sure about the C.J. discussion he has going on there). I won't "move on," either. I can't just forget it . . . as much as I have tried to.
In the midst of this past season, I realized that I was putting too much of myself into it. I knew that I was investing too much of my time and energies into a baseball team. I had decided that I would back way off of following the Rangers as much next year. And I was even telling myself that during Game 6, before, well, you know what happened.
But a funny thing has happened in the week or so since that fateful game. I am more of a fan now than ever. Now I have definitely come to realize that there needs to be boundaries with my fandom. I need to keep things in balance. But I can't just give up on the Rangers, or quit being as much of a fan, even at the most opportune time ever to give up on them. Being a fan and backing a team is a spirit, an attitude more than it is watching every single pitch of a season.
I think where it all started to turn for me was Game 4. Game 3 was horrific. Having been there in person for the 16-run slaughter by the Cardinals was miserable. And the hours leading up to Game 4 were not very pleasant. But something happened in the parking lot, while tailgating, and on our way walking up to the Ballpark. I suddenly had a feeling. I said that Holland would throw 7 scoreless innings that night. He threw 8 1/3.
Optimism, being positive. Those are not things that the Rangers have always instilled in me (and with good reason). But something happened there, right before Game 4. And something has happened in the time since Game 6 (Game 7 didn't really matter--we were done by that point, anyway--how's that for optimism?). I'm optimistic, I'm looking forward to next year.
Can't wait until pitchers and catchers report in February . . . there's a life lesson in there somewhere.
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