Wednesday, October 6
Well, I'm back from the Angels-Red Sox game. Disappointing ending, to be sure--the Angels lost 8-3. But I'm not too upset. I can't be upset about losing to a great team, especially when my team won the World Series two years ago and the other team hasn't won since 1918. Perhaps it's their year; if so, then good for them.
But going to a playoff game--long a dream of mine--was truly amazing. The crowd was insane, cheering at everything, standing and cheering for every strikeout by our pitchers and every rally from our hitters. It was noisy and a lot of fun. Plus, it was an incredibly tight ballgame until the 9th inning when the Sox blew it open. I had a premonition of that 9th. My wife and I left our seats in the 8th inning and headed towards the outfield (our usual route out of the stadium, since it takes us towards our car). When the Sox scored their first run in the 9th (making it 5-3), I told my wife, "That's it! We have to leave now." So we walked for 5 minutes to our car; I turned on the radio, and the score was 8-3. Not only did I beat the rush, but I missed the worst part. All things considered, it wasn't a bad way to leave.
In the end, I'm really happy that I went, even though the outcome wasn't what I or the other 45,000 fans wanted. Still, when I came home, I can look at my Angels 2002 World Series Championship plaque, mounted above my computer.
But going to a playoff game--long a dream of mine--was truly amazing. The crowd was insane, cheering at everything, standing and cheering for every strikeout by our pitchers and every rally from our hitters. It was noisy and a lot of fun. Plus, it was an incredibly tight ballgame until the 9th inning when the Sox blew it open. I had a premonition of that 9th. My wife and I left our seats in the 8th inning and headed towards the outfield (our usual route out of the stadium, since it takes us towards our car). When the Sox scored their first run in the 9th (making it 5-3), I told my wife, "That's it! We have to leave now." So we walked for 5 minutes to our car; I turned on the radio, and the score was 8-3. Not only did I beat the rush, but I missed the worst part. All things considered, it wasn't a bad way to leave.
In the end, I'm really happy that I went, even though the outcome wasn't what I or the other 45,000 fans wanted. Still, when I came home, I can look at my Angels 2002 World Series Championship plaque, mounted above my computer.
