The Rangers are going to the world series

The day of.



I wake up and rub my tired eyes and try to remember what day it is "Wait today is the day!" I thought. Today is the day I get to go watch the Rangers try to win the pennant! I put on my claw shirt and head out to pick up my tickets, damn do they look pretty. The amount I paid for them doesn't look pretty, but damn do they look pretty. I lean into kiss them, then I think of how many people may have touched them and I settled for a gentle rub. The rest of the day was spent just waiting to leave for the ballpark, in fact I am pretty sure I have about 5-7 text messages and calls I have just completely ignored. My friends and family can understand, though. They know what this might mean to me. The time finally came and I was ready to leave, at what time? About 3:00. I only live about 25 minutes from the ballpark so I get there before they even opened the gates for you to go inside. Of course I wasn't the only one, there is a huge line waiting to get inside at all the entrances. Like a party at the playboy mansion, if you know what I mean. There is a camera crew to my left about to go live and do a report, but luckily the gates open right before and I can sneak in without melting their cameras with my good looks.


Well, I am in here. I'm in the ballpark and I hear we might clinch it. I hear in a few hours that we could be going to the World Series. I take my red pom pom and shake the thing proudly not because I wanted to shake a pom pom, but because I am nervous. I am lucky enough to get tickets where I barely have to move to get whatever I want in the way of hotdogs or drinks. I grab a bottle of water, and I sit in my seat watching the Rangers take batting practice. Look at the clock it's 4:25 and everytime I check the clock the more I regret coming early because I can barely contain myself. Time starts to fly by as do the balls that are soaring through the sky and denting the bleacher seats, because those pansies can't catch a line drive homerun from hamilton. Skip ahead and just as the game starts to be played, it starts to rain. The tarp goes on the field "WHAT?" No it can't rain now. Not now. Not when the Rangers are 27 outs from the world series. Not when I waited all day, check that all my life waiting for them to win the pennant. No worries, though. It stopped! So here we go. The game is being played. Right away I'm on my feet because Elvis is king and he lets it be known as he rips a double into the gap, and scores on Vlad's ground out.


I think to myself how big Elvis has been. How mature he is, he just goes out there and outplays the other team like he's been there before. In reality he has been there before as Ron Washington says "It's just baseball" Elvis has played baseball his whole life and he's good at it. Colby Lewis is also good at it and he proves it to me as he doesn't allow a hit till the 5th inning. The 5th inning is really the only time I feel nervous. People around me are joking as A-Rod scored that the game is over and they're going to leave and beat the traffic. I smiled to myself and cussed them out in my mind and focused on what I have focused on for my whole now and it's baseball. Wouldn't you know it in the bottom of the 5th baseball rewarded me and everyone with the Rangers greatly. The Yankees continue to walk Hamilton, and I had a feeling Vlad would finally get that big hit. I feel it. I think the whole stadium feels it, the stadium is rocking, literally. Bam! There it is a two run double from Vlad. I can't hear anything but loud cheers. It's loud, real loud. I wouldn't cover my ears, though. No way. This is the sweetest sound I have ever heard as my eyes scan the whole stadium seeing everyone just filled with joy. 3-1 and it's starting to feel like we might actually win. Before the stadium even sits down Cruz hits a missile, a fucking happy missile. People aren't ducking away to get away from it. They're flocking to it trying to get their hands on it and if they couldn't, their hands are being spent slapping against each other. The noise is at a 10, the loudest I have ever heard the ballpark.


Skip ahead to the Eighth and Colby Lewis has a 6-1 lead. He's working on a masterpiece of a game, only allowing 3 hits to the "feared" lineup of Jeter, Swisher, A-Rod and all the other overpaid people on the Yankees. He is completely out matching them and just to prove that he's so much better than them he ends his night with a strikeout. The Stadium watches the bottom of the eighth and everyone is on their feet, not because the offense is scoring but because we're all waiting for the top of the ninth. We're all waiting for the Rangers to win the pennant! The top of the ninth is here IT'S MADNESS! Everyone is standing every single strike, every foul ball anything that resembles a strike or a foul ball. Feliz is in throwing gas and strikes more importantly. Strikes out the first batter and the noise goes from 10 to 10.5 and then he gets the second the out and the noise goes from 10.5 to 11. Two outs and one out away from something I have been waiting for my entire life. As A-rod stands in I start to think about all the times I have sat in this ballpark with only 10,000 other people. Cheering on the Rangers even though they weren't the greatest team or even one of the greatest. WAIT! ALL THESE CHEERS HOLY APPLESAUCE A-ROD STRIKES OUT! HE STRIKES OUT! THE RANGERS WIN! THE NOISE IS AT 23456789 PEOPLE ARE JUMPING OFF THE SECOND DECK! Just kidding about the last part. Michael Young comes out of his shell he was a turtle and right now he's a bunny hopping around the field high fiving fans. The noise has went from a 23456789 to a 5432678956789.


I'm in shock. My eyes water and I try to hold in my tears because I don't want the people around me to think I'm weird. Confetti lands on my nose and I don't even want to get it off. I want to stuff it up my nose and keep it there forever, but I don't think that is a good idea so I brush it off. I watch as the ceremonies take place something I've seen on tv with the Mavericks, but nothing I have ever seen in person and not with the team that I hold so close to my heart. The party doesn't end in the ballpark though as I move out of the ballpark people are cheering and chanting "Yankees suck" people are clapping, whistling, and I was high fiving every person that wanted to high five. High fives are back. Cars were honking which I am sure made the Yankees feel right at home. This honking was "HEY I'M SO EXCITED BUT I AM STUCK IN THE CAR AND WELL FUCK I'M GOING TO HONK" not "I NEED TO GET TO MY BORING ASS JOB BUT I'M STUCK IN ALL THIS FUCKING TRAFFIC, MOVE YOUR FUCKING CAR AYE" vuvuzels were being blown, bongos were being played and newspapers were being held up. I still hadn't shed a full tear.

However as I headed to the highway there was a guy holding a t-shirt that read "A-Rod swallows Jeter" and right there I shed a tear as the best night of my life was in full blast.


Thank you Rangers, Thank you.