Last Monday and Tuesday were Fall Break here at VCS, so I decided to stay up Monday night and watch what I hoped would be the final game of the World Series. (God bless MLB.tv).
What followed was a game full of excitement, rain, and the first ever World Series game suspended due to rain. So there I was: the middle of the 6th inning, the score tied at 2 watching in disbelief a man with a microphone in his face talk about how they don’t know when they will complete the game. Not hours…days. I crawled into bed disappointed, but hopeful.
Tuesday was more rain.
Wednesday the air was cold, but the sky was clear. Time to finish Game 5. Since I had school the next day I went to sleep early. Or rather I should say I tried to go to sleep early, but giddy anticipation only allowed for about 2 hours of sleep before my watch alarm woke me at 1:30 am. I slipped out of bed and planted myself on the couch just in time to see Geoff Jenkins slam a ball into the left field gap for a lead-off double. This was going to be a good game. I knew it.
It was better than good. After a back and forth struggle Brad Lidge took the mound in the 9th with a 1 run lead, striking out Tampa’s final batter to seal the win, and commence the celebration. A dogpile of jubilation. The Phillies are the World Series champions for the 2nd time in their history and the first time in 28 years.
And though I was a bit tired Thursday morning, you couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. Not that day.