World Series Game #7
I have to admit, I have been a bit schizophrenic about this year’s World Series. On the one hand, I’m a Cubs fan and I’m not supposed to root for the Cardinals…ever. That may even be a county ordinance in several of the counties around Chicago. I’m not sure.
The thing is, I used to live in St. Louis. I know how that city responds to its baseball team. There is a bond there that is unlike the relationship I’ve ever experienced anywhere else between a city and its team. Although it pains me to say it, it is a beautiful thing. I still have a lot of friends in the St. Louis area, so for them, I’d like to see the Cardinals win the World Series.
On the other hand, a friend of mine that I went to high school and college with is the executive vice-president of the Rangers. He has worked his way up from an intern selling season ticket packages to become one of the top dogs in the organization. I used to play baseball with him and I know how much he loves the game. He worked in low-level jobs in backwater towns just to be a part of the sport he loves. Everything he has worked for has led him to this moment; game seven of the World Series. Part of me wants to see the Rangers win tonight’s game.
Of course, my emotions toward tonight’s game don’t mean a thing. They will have no bearing on the outcome of the game. Even so, someone I know is going to be ecstatic after tonight’s game and someone is going to be devastated. That’s just the way it has to be.
It’s almost time. Bring on game seven!
Note: For a great look back at game six written by one of my favorite sports writers, check this out.










