Well, the Chicago Cubs won the world series, after 108 long years.
I'm not into sports much, but I did watch the last couple innings, and I have to admit that it was interesting. A very close, very tight game by two very good teams. Nail-biting was evident as players on both teams became emotional to the point of tears and not trying to hide them.
To make it to the place of one of the two teams is an honor, and while the Cubs took first place, the Indians did not lose face, as some have offered. No, they stood well and strong, and brought the game to fever pitch by their relentless effort to take the prize home. They made a good showing, and no one can fault them on that score.
Baseball, hot dogs, apple pie and Chevrolet, as the song goes.... four standards of what America was all about in the 1940s and the 1950s. But it goes further than that, as the old hero players of decades past stood among the clouds and watched the 7th game of this year's World Series play out in the emotions of a sellout crowd of viewers of television screens from coast to coast, and the strength of the players on both teams, and the dignity with which they played, were evidence to what the game has become to those who wear the uniforms of teams, from little league to big league, in the dreams of boys and the hopes of men - baseball is more than a game, more than a job.... to some it is such an honor that most would never understand or appreciate.
To a guy like me who really has little interest in sports these days, or ever, really, I can see and understand the importance and the feelings of those who play. It is not for the money, although that is considered good, and it is not for the fame, which is also part of the whole of it. It is for the dream of every little boy who ever stood at home plate in every back lot or tiny baseball field in any and all cities and towns across this country.... it is for the dreams that go on to become reality one day, to a few who seem to have been chosen to play. Give them their due - they have earned it.
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