Has a sold-out stadium…
Ever felt so empty?
80-82 seemed a long shot then.
And here too, I guess:
But we don’t love baseball just for numbers, do we? For me, it’s always been more about the moments that happen along the way. The moments we remember.
And there were moments.
Great ones.
And funny ones.
And slowly, we started to believe…
That he might be healthy.
That he could figure it out.
That he wouldn’t have to carry us.
Because someone else was learning to lead.
Or because the doubters can be wrong.
Or because giving up on people is dangerous.
We remembered that staying up late can be worth it.
And that next year finally comes.
And that you can always come home again.
Sure, not everything went perfect.
But there was also reason for hope.
New answers to old questions.
And reason to smile in spite of it all.
And even as we crumbled, I felt lucky to have witnessed it at all.
Thanks for a good year. I had more fun than I would have thought possible during an 80-win season.
Only 20 weeks until pitchers and catchers report…
