Monday night on the way home from work, at the moment my beloved Texas Rangers were getting killed by the Toronto Blue Jays, a thought occurred to me. My life would be so much simpler if I just wasn't a Rangers fan. It's true. The pain I have suffered as a Rangers fan over the years hurts my heart not to mention my head. The memories of 2011 will never be erased and until/unless the Rangers make it back to the World Series and win. That series will forever sit in the back of my mind as: The one that should have been. The lost chance. The most heartbreaking moment of my sports life. Being a sports fan isn't easy. In fact, being a sports fan is hard work. It hurts and it takes resolve. It sounds silly but it is true. You have to want to keep up with your team or you will be hopelessly left behind. You have to work at staying positive or the baseball blues can take over. That's where I was Monday. Baseball blues.
And leaving it up to the team is the problem. You have to trust that your team is as prepared as they can get. You have to know that mentally, they are going out there and giving it 100%. You have to be prepared to watch the game unfold and hope the baseball gods have mercy on you that day. You have to be willing to give yourself over to heartache. You have to realize, even as much as you want them to win, you can't make them win. You have to recognize that even with the possibility of a loss, your team has played like nobody expected them to play and done things that nobody thought they would do.
The Cole Hamels trade was suppose to be for 2016, right? They were preparing for a starting staff of Hamels and a healthy Yu Darvish and Derek Holland for the first time in 2 years, right? This team was hopelessly out of the race when the trade was made in July. Everyone knew that they were done. Everyone except them, Jeff Bannister and Jon Daniels. You have to believe in your team. You have to go into the game with the thought: This is the day Hamels pitches his best game of 2015. This is the day Josh Hamilton sees the ball like he did in 2010. This is the day that Prince Fielder breaks out of his slump. This is the day that Elvis Andrus and Rougie Odor play flawless defense. This is the day that Adrian Beltre hits a one leg kneeling, moon shot. It may not be but you have to believe.
Baseball is like life:
Sometimes, with baseball, as in life, you have to risk the heartache in order to reap the glory. Nobody ever finds love without risk. Nobody ever makes a fortune without taking a chance. Nobody ever gets the celebration without work. There is so much about being a fan of a baseball team that reflects back on life. There is pain, heartache, and disappointment. There is joy, excitement, and triumph. You open your heart when you love a team the same way you open your heart when you love a person. It isn't the same love and it shouldn't be. Baseball is important but if the Rangers win or if they lose, the sun comes up the next day. If something happened to my husband, kids or mom, the sun wouldn't come up. The day would be bleak. Life would be without joy. That is how it should be.
But Baseball....is romance.
Baseball is love.
Baseball is life.
No really, the most important things in life, I learned from baseball.
Happy Wednesday and GO RANGERS!!!