I never watch sports on TV… if a game happens to be on, it’s usually like an electronic sleeping pill for me… but last night’s final World Series game had me on the edge of my chair.
Cleveland Indians… Chicago Cubs… two teams that hadn’t won anything in ages… and both were cities I’ve lived in for extended periods of time, both feeling like “home”…
Tied 6-6 at the end of the ninth inning… then a bit of a rain delay before the start of the tenth… What a cliffhanger!
Final score: Cubs 8, Cleveland 6. Although I had said, half jokingly, that I didn’t know who to root for, and that “my” team would win no matter what, deep down I really, really, really wanted Cleveland to win this one.
But it was not to be.
Clevelanders can be very proud of their team. Although the Indians eventually lost to the Cubs, they didn’t make it easy for them to win. They made them work, and work hard, for it.
After that very late game ending, I was too wound up to sleep and was insomniac until well past 2:30 in the morning.
I can’t believe I’m talking sports here. This must be a first. As everyone knows, The Baron simply is not into sports.
Maybe I’m changing…?