A moment of personal indulgence here…
At 11 p.m last night, the Photo Friday post was done and ready to go. Another couple of funny shots you sent of your boys doing all that stuff boys do.
By midnight, a change of plans.
As a 12-year-old boy with a new radio near my bed, I tuned through the AM static one night in 1985 and came upon a golden voice describing the game as the St. Louis Cardinals made an amazing run to the World Series. I’ve been bleeding Cardinals red ever since.
Last night brought us several of the most unpredictable, impossible, unthinkable World Series moments ever, stacked one on top of another. Some are already calling it the greatest World Series game ever played. I won’t even attempt to do justice to a description. Not when epic writers like Jayson Stark have already penned works like this. Take a few moments and you’ll instantly see why he’s one of my all time favorites.
No matter what happens in Game 7 tonight, this series will go down as a a true fall classic. I loved watching these guys battle back, and I hope you don’t mind if I share a few choice photos from the Game 6 heroics.
As I perused the images today, already legendary, the moments of celebration grabbed my attention. Grown men – very rich grown men – jumping around like wild lunatics. Ripping the shirt off the hometown hero, who grew up idolizing the same birds on the bat that I did, and this night found himself smack dab in the middle of the childhood dream of millions of mid-American boys. And coming up the hero. Twice.
Look at them… They are dirty. They are crazy. They are joyful.
They are the boys of summer.