No Crying in Baseball

Bases are loaded, bottom of the ninth
I step to the plate 'cause I know my shit is great...

Enough crying here in God's Country about tickets; you got tickets, hooray. You didn't, then snuggle up on your couch, your local bar, with your friends and family. Wear your purple, your black, cheer on Helton and the boys.

To quote a certain coach who gets some run around here: it's the World Series!

We have two Super Bowls, two Stanley Cups, half of a NCAA football title, and a bunch of minor titles, but this is the World Series. It's different than the rest. It feels different. It's different that they've played it since your dad, your granddad, his dad, can all recall something about one gone past.

No more whining about the system, get back to the focus: the nine guys on the field. A chance for a place among the great teams, a chance to do something special, a chance to create your own memories.