I just don't even know what to say. I cannot believe the Astros clinched a World Series berth tonight. Nothing has been easy this season, but somehow the guys have managed to get the job done when they needed to, and they did it in a big way tonight.
I have been going to Astros games since I was a little girl, but I became extremely familiar with the 'stros during the summer my mom was pregnant with Michael. She was stuck at home in bed, and there wasn't much for us to do but watch a LOT of baseball. At the time I was annoyed that we couldn't really go anywhere, but now I couldn't be happier about that summer because that and every year that has followed make tonight's victory so much sweeter to me.
I honestly thought we had it made in the shade on Monday night. Boy was I wrong. That loss was truly devastating. My mom described it best as "postseason traumatic stress disorder." I really didn't feel like myself the next day.
I'll admit that I was very nervous about tonight's game. I knew that if Roy O. had his best stuff, we would have an excellent chance. Alas, he pitched an unbelievable game. I watched it at a local bar on Shepherd called Roeder's with Shane, Megan, Baron, and Shawna. I had great fun with them, and they were kind enough to tolerate all of the noise I make during Astros games. It was such an amazing feeling when the bar turned on "We are the Champions," and everyone was drinking champagne and cheering with everything they had left in them after such an exhausting week.
We know that the White Sox present an enormous hurdle, but tonight is time for celebration, time to live in the moment.
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