I am hear to tell you-There IS crying in baseball. I should know. I was sobbing buckets last night. Today I woke up feeling like I had been through a really bad break up. My eyes were red and puffy. My throat was hoarse and I had a heaviness in my chest that could not be lifted, in spite of my rubbing essential oils on it and adding flower essences to my water. (I know... I'm such a hippy.)
I had a horrible night of sleep, in part because of Ashy waking up 6 times to be nursed. Does that even leave me any time to sleep? And in part because of my reoccurring nightmare of Gordon rounding third base and not stopping. He runs for home instead, but as soon as he passes third he switches into the slow-mo dream run, like he's stuck in goo and all of the giants are still going full speed and he can't go fast enough!!!! It was the worst!
By the way, I am not capitalizing giants on purpose. It's the little things that get me through... umm kaaay.
Much like a bad break up, you end up focusing on the end result and forgetting all the good times and there were good times... lot's of them In fact, this post season was pretty much perfection. I can't figure out if that makes it better, or worse. The Royals playoff run was historic. We were so far down in the Wild Card game that I know people were turning off their tvs and boom, magic happened. It didn't matter, they said, because no one was getting past the angels... best team in baseball, they said and boom, magic happened. The orioles are going to out slug us, they said. We didn't stand a chance against their heavy hitters and boom, magic happened.
The Royals are the team of destiny. We are the better story. Three World Series wins in five years... yawn... is The Voice on? First post season appearance since your World Series win 29 years ago and you sweep your way into the World Series. You battle it out with a fierce opponent, going round after round of high highs and low lows. Then at the bottom of the 9th inning of game seven, you are down by one run, with two outs and facing a pitcher that no one can score off of,when boom, magic happens. Yeah-I'd see that movie. I'm Miss Frugal and I'd even buy that movie. Can Hosmer play himself, because he ain't too bad to look at. Amirite?
Anyway, it didn't happen. Gordon got to third, not home and as much as I would have loved to see Perez hit a home run and limp around the bases for the win, after he had been nailed in the leg by a fastball earlier, he got out and that's that. I'm supposed to say, good game giants, because it was and you guys were worthy opponents, because they were, but I'm not to that point in the break up yet, so it will have to wait.
I do have to thank my little boys for not allowing me to wallow too long. They are such empathetic little fellows that my tears were rubbing off on them. River promised to cheer for the Chiefs, to make me feel better and said he was just pretending to cheer for the giants. Ashy just kept saying, "I sad." How could I teach them the more important lessons of perspective and picking yourself back up after a loss, if I caved into the disappointment I was feeling. At the same time, I think it is okay to be honest about your feelings and passionate about your choices. Games might just be games, but that doesn't mean they can't be important to you, so we agreed to be sad till tomorrow morning and then we would need to think about the games we won, instead of the one we lost. Time may not heal this wound, but the memories of Blue October will stop the bleeding.
Thanks to my husband for always wearing the rally cap. It worked wonders against the A's and I thought you had them in the 9th too babe. Thanks to River for finally cheering for the Royals in game 6. We won 10-0 honey. I told you, you are the lucky charm. Thanks to Ashy for sometimes cheering for the Royals, but mostly saying, "Go Dolphins." You can always make smile. Thanks to all my friends that could care less about baseball, but were cheering for the Royals because they knew it was important to me. Thanks to all my friends that LOVE baseball and have other teams, but were cheering for the Royals, because they hate the giants and they love an underdog story. Thanks to my family for being loyal, true blue Royals fans. It was so fun randomly getting to meet in Wyoming to watch the Wild Card game. I'll never forget it. Thanks to my one friend that is a giants fan, for being a gracious winner and not rubbing it in. It's okay Rob, because you're a Raiders fan too, so the universe has a way of balancing things out. And finally, thanks to the 2014 Kansas City Royals. You could not have been more fun, or inspiring to watch. Life can be hard and a lot of good people needed a boost and you were that boost. Lets go Royals... Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap!
