One More Game

I find myself talking to the television when a player takes aim at a ball too high or too low. I cross my fingers when the pitcher on my team throws too many balls. I worry with men on base. This is serious. I want to will them to win.

Odd isn’t it how we commit to our team, wear their colors, and feel as if we are right there on the field. I may be seated in the northeast, but my heart is right there with the Red Sox. One more win and they win their way into the World Series.

Yes, we won. On to the World Series.