It is the morning after the Indians' collossal collapse and even though I felt the mojo wane all weekend long, I still thought they would find a way to eek out ONE WIN. I was wrong.
What an amazing defeat this was; to be up 3 games to 1 and lose is unimaginable. It hurts. A lot.
And yet, I look to the calendar to find that pitchers and catchers report to Winter Haven in approximately 15 weeks. And I cannot wait.
So I guess I only have myself to blame, that I keep returning to get my heart broken all over again. I think that is the definition of a fanatic (read:fan) and I am glad to be one.
I am very disappointed in the Indians and some of the decisions that they made during the ALCS. But love also means never having to say you're sorry.
And so it goes.....
