I’m Super Sick – With Baseball Fever!
Last night’s World Series game between the Houston Astros and Los Angeles Dodgers will go down in history as the craziest game ever. No matter who you were rooting for, your emotions were up, down, left, right, frustrating, and exhilarating. I don’t know how the Astros and Dodgers are feeling today, but I’m exhausted. The game may have ended at 12:37am central time, after 5 hours and 17 minutes of non-stop action, but who can go to sleep after that? I finally drifted off around 2:00am.
Thomas Boswell, sports writer for The Washington Post, said this game wasn’t the “best game ever” though I respectfully disagree with him. His take about the series is, “glorious games of continuous disbelief when all our baseball expectations, built over our lifetimes, are shredded by an unseen clown and tossed in our grinning faces.” Okay, that’s cool too.
I was talking to my bestie Nina about how this series is taking a toll on us. Staying up late, pacing when we’re nervous, cheering when we’re happy, worrying that we’ve worn the wrong lucky shirt. She coined the phrase, PTSD – post traumatic ‘Stros disorder – no disrespect to those who really suffer from this, but it’s real to us. No matter the outcome, we will move on with our lives. In the meantime, this roller coaster we are happily riding is deliriously draining, but in a good way. Make that a great way!
So far we’ve seen 22 home runs, and whether there’s any truth to the balls being juiced or not, it sure makes for an exciting series. We return to Los Angeles for Tuesday’s Game 6 of the World Series and I will be watching with my lucky shirt, lucky sweater, lucky socks, and lucky hat. Just doing my part to help my team win.
Go Astros! #EarnHistory
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