Morning Before the World Series.
Warning... this may be a hard post to read for some. It contains life, death, hope, baseball, and, more. )
What an eventful baseball season it has been so far. Angie and I have spent much of the season traveling across the U.S. to visit baseball parks and friends. We enjoyed a hot dog in San Diego while watching the Padres, laughed when Ming Chen sat down in nachos while we watched a game in Anaheim, took our nephew Slate to see his favorite player Shohei Ohtani for the first time, and cheered when Shohei hit a home run against the Rangers. The memories are too many to list. "We sat with friends along the baselines, where they sat when they were children, and cheered their heroes. The memories were so thick, we had to brush them away from our faces."
So now we are at game one of the World Series. We have been here before. 13 Years ago, Angie and I were at game 7 of the ALCS when the Rangers went to the WS for the first time. That was the 2nd most important game that I’ve attended. The most important was the last game we attended with Wade Lewis before he passed away earlier this season. Attending a game when someone has a terminal diagnosis knowing it would be their last game was a special thing. I’m not sure that I’ve tasted a hot dog so delicious, drank beer so fresh, or heard the crack of the bat so clearly in years. Wade collapsed 3 days after the game and passed away a few weeks later. Wade's death along with the passing of Angie's mom a couple of months earlier set a tone for the season. Not just the baseball season, but this season of life. "Enjoy your blessings in life, enjoy the time you have with the people you love.".
I like to think that Wade and Fran had a hand in the Rangers winning from time to time. I like to believe they gave us an edge when we needed it. No matter what the score shows at the end of the series, we have already won. We traveled to new places, connected with friends, made memories, and grew as people.
So I'm sitting here with an 87-year-old baseball glove and World Series Tickets for tonight. Was it pricey? Absolutely. Does it matter? No. I've got no regrets about spending the money. I'm reminded of the line delivered by James Earl Jones in The Field of Dreams. "They'll pass over the money without even thinking about it. For it is money they have and peace they lack."
Thanks to all of our friends who invited us over to watch games on TV, sat in bars to watch the postseason and attended games this season. We had and are still having a blast.
To wrap up.. I found an old post from a decade ago. I changed it a bit to fit the occasion.
(My dad called me early this morning. His thoughts? "We have the edge, son. Because it just feels that way." Somewhere a Diamondbacks father is saying that to his son. Because in the World Series, every father tells every son his team has the edge.
Anything can happen tonight. And my instincts tell me something big will happen. Cause we have the edge.)
Love, K
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