Saturday, September 29, 2012

There is one more month of baseball left, but I can feel my withdrawals slowly creeping in already. The offseason provides me with such angst. I know there will always be another season, but I think the only thing that actually gets me through baseball’s offseason is the fact that I am so busy with the holidays. Thank you, holidays that include such great family time. It is something to look forward to in a time that would otherwise, only be a time of longing.

I love this 2012 Giants team and I want them to do well. I want them to win. I want them to win the World Series. I want to see Matt Cain continue with his 0.00 ERA in the playoffs. I want to feel that electricity in San Francisco, the way I did in 2010. I have never felt that since. Not even when the Niners were in the playoffs last year. My family lives here now and I want them to be able to feel that because it cannot be described, only felt. It is in the air. It is in your eyes and in your smile. It is in your bones. You wake up to it and it is like a warm blanket. It brings that feeling of hope and promise that things might just go your way today.

There are two things in my life that I am so thankful for: my family and baseball. They both bring me pain from time to time, but they also bring me the best moments of my life. They create who I am and they always teach me something new. I know it seems ridiculous to say that about a sport, but baseball is in my soul. There isn’t anything else in my life that gives me butterflies every time I think about it. When I see that baseball field for the first time of the season, my eyes well up. When I see that baseball field for the last time of the season, my eyes well up. It is my place of comfort. My place of joy.