|American League Division Series downloaded from Yankees.com|
as i watch, heart in throat, my yankees play the minnesota twins in the american league division series, i remember a question you posed me once: why baseball? i understand your befuddlement. it’s not like america’s pastime was a popular sport back home. the philippines is basketball country and we grew up on stories about crispa and toyota and jaworski’s very loyal baranggay ginebra.
i don’t really remember when i started following baseball. maybe it was when i still lived with my parents and they regularly caught the game on tv. maybe it was when the YES network launched and yankees fans could watch anything and everything about the bronx bombers 24/7. what i do know is that baseball, and the yankees, have become a huge part of my life — teams play 162 games in a regular season. no other sports demands that kind of devotion. there are only 16 games in a season of football (i once asked a friend how come they only played so few games and she looked at me like a grew a second head; after seeing how players get battered in every game i understood), 82 for basketball and 45 (i think) for pro soccer.
day in, day out you go through players’ slumps with them, revel in their victories, agonize with them in defeats. your heart soars and falls on every pitch, every swing. you cheer veterans and welcome rookies. you yell at the stupid umpires who make stupid calls that hurt your team and you suddenly become mute when the same stupid umpires make stupid calls that benefit them. you jeer the players on the opposing teams and secretly covet the ones who are having an amazing season.
for 162 games.
i know you’ve said you don’t look forward to my posts about baseball, but you’ll just have to close your eyes and scroll down quickly. my yankees are in the playoffs and are looking like they might advance to the next round. excuse me, while i go be a nervous wreck for the next 2-3 weeks.