I’m still a little shocked that those words came out of my mouth after watching Cleveland blow a 3-1 game lead in the 2016 World Series. I despised the Cubs growing up but WGN and TBS were the only major sports outlets we had for baseball in the 80s next to KBL.
It has been a little over a week since the series ended and while I wanted to talk about it the next morning I hesitated as stories came across my feed about generations celebrating the win. It’s rare for me to get sentimental about sports but as I continued to read the feels got strong.
During the early 90s when the Pirates won 3 consecutive NL East titles but failed to advance was the closest my dad and I would get to seeing a a MLB championship for our Pirates before he would pass in 2006. Baseball was always our “thing” and I never put into perspective how many other fathers/sons shared the same bond. That’s when I saw these:
I’ve been very fortunate to have lived in Pittsburgh for the last 2 Super Bowl and Stanley Cup wins and one of these days the Pirates will win the World Series. Until that day comes I have plenty of stories to share of going to games with dad while I make new memories with them.