How can you not be romantic about baseball?
Before I begin, I have a confession to make.
Not long ago, my answer to that question would have been: What’s to be romantic about when it comes to baseball?
You see, by sports fandom standards, I’m what can be called a fake baseball fan.
I’ve only been seriously following the sport for less than a year. I’ve never been to a ballpark. I’ve never even seen a full game from start to finish. My number-one team is the Yankees!
And until now, I still don’t know what half the analytics measurements…
None of us imagined we’d end up here.
We are one year removed (give or take a few days or weeks, depending on when you start counting) from the day modern life as we know it was altered forever.
In March of 2020, the whole world watched as the coronavirus pandemic forced almost every country on Earth into lockdown. Just like that, everything had changed. No more nights out with friends or family. No more concerts, conferences, or any other big events to look forward to. No more plans for a future that looked as uncertain as ever.
Your opponent is leading you, but you know there’s still ways to go in this game.
Your heart is racing. You want the win. It’s everything you’ve worked so hard for.
All of a sudden, you win some points! You’re gaining ground. And you do it again. And again.
Just like that, before you know it, the lead is yours.
Your opponent tries, but there’s nothing that can be done. Soon, the game is over. You’ve won.
Here’s something to consider: what was just being described? Super Bowl 51? Game 7 of the 2001 World Series? …
If you want an answer to one of life’s enduring questions, look no further than young-adult cult classic The Perks of Being a Wallflower.
A high schooler, traumatized from childhood abuse and seeing the people he loves fall into the arms of those who hurt them, asks his teacher why people always choose relationships that are bad for them. Why do we always get in our own way?
The answer: We accept the love we think we deserve.
More than anyone else, no one is more familiar with choosing to love what is bad for you than New York Jets…
Amateur sports lover. Professional dreamer. (She/Her)