So I got to thinking – that love and baseball are alike in so many ways – even when your team is less than perfect, you still love them. Win or lose, its unconditional.
And no matter how many times it/they breaks your heart there is always that glimmer of hope –no matter how dire the situation – in the back of your mind that it/they will come through.
And if they don’t, and if it doesn’t, well, there’s always next year. Because even when the season ends you can look back and say, “that was one helluva ride.”
