A couple of years back, way before this season, the girls and I were talking about the Pirates and how long they’ve stunk and how great it would be to see them win again. At one point I promised them that if the Pirates ever won the World Series again, we would drop everything, hop in the car and drive to Pittsburgh from our home near Boston to join the celebration.
Fast forward to August of this season and, all of a sudden it looked like a real possibility. At some point, the girls morphed the promise into us going to Pittsburgh if the Pirates just got to the World Series. Sure, OK. Close enough. I was all ready to make good on the promise.
It won’t happen this year, but, oh well. We hugged it out this morning and agreed it was a great ride, anyway.
And, boy, was It was fun as hell really caring about baseball again.