Game 2, World Series
In the aftermath of last nights unconscionable loss to the Giants, many bandwagon fans might be scratching their heads and wondering what make that truck was that just rolled over them. I would tell them to look around and find the guy most un fazed by this aberration. The guy with the Cliff Lee look in his eyes, that stone cold look of focus and determination. Ask him, or her, if they are worried. I promise you they will say no. No true Ranger fan worth their weight in bbq would be worried, not after the regular season they've had. Not after their run through the AL playoffs. Not after Wash's weak moment, Hicks' financial brain farts, not after everything including the kitchen sink was thrown at this team to take them down. Maya Angelou might have been talking about this team when she penned the words "I rise". This baseball team is like the phoenix, rising up out of the ashes of it's own demise. They will not go quietly into the night. They will not go without a fight. They will circle the wagons and even this series tonight.
No comments:
Post a Comment