淡い花火

You guys. The Royals didn’t win the World Series. Their magical run was cut short by 90 feet. Game 7. Bottom of the 9th. Heartbreak. I don’t have the writing skills to express all my thoughts…but I do know it was the most exciting sports month of my life. This team on this crazy run made an entire city come alive.

People think I’m silly. I’m too emotionally invested. But it’s not really about the game. Its about the memories, the togetherness, the common interest. The love of the game is really about the love of the people. Friends flew in from far away. My parents camped out in St. Louis so that we could watch every pitch together. It was glorious. Glorious, amazing,fun, unbelievable misery. :)

The last time the Royals made the post season I was three. A little older than my sweet niece. Our generation has waited a lifetime for another Blue October. Now that it’s over…please pass me ALL of the comfort food. The pain of losing in the 9th of Game 7 is real. When I read recap articles yesterday, I had actual tears. More than once. Silly, yes. Not really very important?? True. But its the memories that get me emotional. That was fun. Okay seriously though, pass me the comfort food.