Relative Something

I am a wimpy sports fan. I don’t have a stomach for the failure. I don’t know how players endure a losing season. But boy, when they are winning!

Last night my Twins pulled one off against our rival, the Chicago White Sox, in the 10th inning with a walk-off home run by Thome. It was a come-from-behind victory that pulled me from the misery of a loss to the glee of victory with one gigantic swing. I can’t think of anything else, in the day-in/day-out of life, that does that for me the way that sports can. It certainly doesn’t happen in a day in the trenches at work.

Making it that much more joy-inspiring is the image of those players being so wildly excited, and the sound of the announcers emotional reaction as they attempt to holler over the noise erupting from the home field crowd. If you missed it, you deserve to see that swing on a replay somewhere.

For Twins fans, especially the ones with a weak stomach, it was sure some fun!