I can’t help it. When I see certain movies–even when I know how they will end–I cry. Some of the posts I see on the internet–especially the ones that show soldiers coming home, surprising their wife, their kids or their dog–I blubber like a baby.
I cry at baseball games too. I tear up when the national anthem is sung, my eyes sting with pride when Tony’s song–I Left my Heart in San Francisco–gets played after the Giants win. I cried with pride when Matt Cain threw his perfecto–like he was my own kid.
I still tear up when I see clips of 2010, 2012, or 2014 WS highlights. And I can’t sit through Ashkon’s We are the Champions without choking up.
You can imagine what happened when Team USA played Team Puerto Rico for the World Baseball Classic championship game. I went through more than one box of Kleenex®. I’m not going to give you the play-by-play, other than to mention that USA’s pitcher, Marcus Sroman–a Toronto Blue Jay during the regular season–took a no-no into the seventh. It got broken up by PR’s left fielder, Angel Pagan–former SF Giant–turned out to be the spoiler for Puerto Rico. USA won anyway.
The final score was: USA 8, PR 0
The very best part of the night–the part that made me write this–was when USA took a victory lap around Dodger Stadium, Puerto Rico was waiting in their on deck circle to offer congratulations, hand shakes and hugs. It was good sportsmanship at the highest level. We don’t see it often enough.
Jim Leyland dedicated the win to the men and women who serve our country. He had a little trouble speaking when he said it. It was a misty night. And it wasn’t even raining.
I love baseball.
22 March 2017