Monday, October 16, 2017

Postseason

Baseball. The only sport I indulge in. But this year ended in quite a disappointment last week as the Indians completely disappeared and some other team showed up to play for them. This topic has been dissected and digested to no end by people who can converse more intelligently than I can about the sport, so I won't beat a dead horse. But the blow.............was personal. I have an agreement with Nick that if the Indians ever go to the World Series, I get to go home for it. Last year was the first (and very unexpected) time since we moved that I took advantage of this, and it was a great time even though it ended so terribly. It did leave us with a ton of hope for 2017 and after the incredible season they had, I was SURE we had a good chance to repeat.

Let me backtrack a moment.

There's a lot going on at the farm right now. We are in discussions with two major supermarkets to put our product on their shelves. This means we have to be prepared to have a huge step up in production, probably within the next month. As we creep towards the end of the year, we realized that this year it would be quite imprudent of us to take three weeks off to go to the US for a Christmas trip, and we decided that we have to spend Christmas 2017 south of the equator. It's our first time. It's my first time away from my family for Christmas, and while I know it's only for one year, and it's because of a huge step for our business, it was a really difficult decision to swallow.

So I saw the possibility of a World Series trip as a stand in for my Christmas trip. I knew it wasn't a given, especially looking at the standings at the end of the year with so many teams being so good. (Imagine a year with three teams winning 100 games!) But somehow in my head, the possibility kept me from facing the reality that I don't get to go home again until........ ?? It all came crashing down last week after game 5, and while I am upset at the ridiculous end to the season, I'm actually in mourning for the confirmation of my distance from the place I wish I could be.