One week ago today, my heart was broken. Not by a boy, but by a baseball team. My beloved Texas Rangers were defeated in the World Series by the St. Louis Cardinals. It has taken me a week to be able to talk about it without weeping/lashing out in anger/eating a bucket of fried chicken in one sitting. And even now, a week later, all I can think is this: We lost to the Yankees of the Midwest.
A lot of people love the Yankees. A lot of people hate the Yankees. They’re contentious like that. One of the main reasons people hate on the Yanks so much is because they have won so damn much. The Yankees are the Haves and every other team in baseball is the Have-Nots, except they’re all paid ridiculous amounts of money making them all Haves and part of the 1% all those people are protesting…so….bad example. Ok. The Yankees are like the….like the Yankees. You know what it means. They win a lot. They’ve won the World Series 27 times. You know which baseball team has won the second most World Series? The St. Louis Cardinals. This makes them the Yankees of the Midwest. Make of that what you will.
The only thing getting me through this grieving period is the fact that Nolan Ryan would dominate in a fight against William DeWitt Jr., and could probably still take on the entire Cardinals bench all by himself with one arm tied behind his back. Just ask Robin Ventura.