beards over birds in 2013

I asked my baseball crazed boyfriend to write a post about the World Series. I’ve been writing heavily on baseball in the past week because of the World Series and the Washington Nationals signing a new manager: Matt Williams. Neither Matt or I have an affiliation with the Boston Red Sox or the St. Louis Cardinals (thank God), but we love baseball. I’d argue that after reading parts of this he could be a Red Sox fan, who knows…it’s probably just all of the excitement of the World Series and a big win for Boston. Congrats on your big win, Boston! You deserved it! #bostonstrong.   Matt blogs on his own time and this entry is posted up on his blog as well. Check out his blog.

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it’s okay to let your inner Bostonian out because the Red Sox are the 2013 World Series champions!

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Let me start off first by saying PAPPPPPPPPPPPIIIIIII!!!!!!!! Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, I would like to congratulate the Boston Red Sox aka God’s Team aka the Boston Ryan Goslings (props to if you know where that is from) on winning the 2013 Major League Baseball World Series. This is the third time since 2004 that the Red Sox have won the World Series and what a World Series this was. Plus, who doesn’t love burly and bushy beards? I mean, I’ve always wanted to grow a beard as long as Mike Napoli’s. Now that takes skill.

For example, this World Series featured two firsts: Game 4 ended on an obstruction call, with the Cardinals coming out victorious and Game 5 ended by pinch runner Kolten Wong being picked off first base to end the game. If those two things don’t shed some light on how insane this World Series was, then you need to check your pulse.

Another example of this crazy World Series focuses in on one player particularly with that player being David “Big Papi” Ortiz. This man was a freak in the World Series after playing poorly in the American League Championship Series. In the ALCS, Papi batted an abysmal .083 with two hits in 22 at-bats. During the World Series, Papi went 11-for-16 and reached base 19 times in 25 plate appearances. That’s absurd. He hit two home runs and drove in six RBIs in the World Series and in Game 6, Ortiz went 0-for-1 with two runs scored and four walks.

One interesting fact about the Red Sox was that while Ortiz was hitting the cover off the ball, the rest of the team was batting a mere .169 in the World Series. Two dark horse offensive players for the Red Sox were Shane Victorino and Jonny Gomes. In Game 4 with the score tied 1-1 in the sixth inning, Gomes hit a clutch, three-run home run to give the Red Sox the victory. In Game 6, Victorino hit a bases-loaded double to put the Red Sox up 3-0 in the third. If you recall in Game 6 of the ALCS, Victorino hit a grand slam to give the Red Sox the victory over the Detroit Tigers and propel the Red Sox into the World Series. Now that’s clutch.

The one thing that really kept the Red Sox in each game was their pitching, especially Jon Lester and Koji Uehara. In two starts, Lester went 2-0 with a 0.59 ERA, allowing one run in 15.1 innings and striking out 15. At the end of the games for the Red Sox, Uehara was a dominant stopper. In five games, Uehara had two saves and struck out three. He made some big outs and got the final out of the Game 6 victory last night.

For me, postseason baseball is what October is all about. When I think October baseball, I think World Series and I think about listening to Joe Buck and Tim McCarver. Baseball is my passion and that passion is expressed even more during October. It’s not about the teams that are in the World Series, because we all know that my favorite team, the Chicago Cubs, won’t make the World Series for at least five more years, but it’s all about the game of baseball itself. It’s played with more heart and more feeling because each game means so much more. Each game is one step closer to advancing to the next round or packing up your bags and waiting for the next season to begin.

So now that the World Series is officially over, that marks the end of the 2013 baseball season. It’s sad. But on the bright side, there’s only 104 days until pitchers and catchers report for Spring Training in 2014!

So here’s to the 2013 season and here’s to the offseason! May your team sign some great free agents, but no free agents that the Cubs are connected too. That wouldn’t be very nice at all, would it?

the world series

the history of the world series

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The World Series is underway. We are a few games in and it is a breathtaking game. There is still no outcome of who will win and come out on top. It is a fist clenching series, which will keep you on the edge of your seat.

To me, the World Series are an important time in baseball, and I would argue that any baseball fan feels this strongly about the World Series as well. The World Series isn’t about your team, it’s about the game…okay, okay it is a little bit about the teams, but if your team doesn’t make it, then it’s absolutely about the game. It’s about the beauty of uncertainty, power, the excitement and the fans. Sometimes there is an underdog who takes it all; honestly it’s about the game.

There were other postseason championships that took place as early as 1884. These were World Series, too, matching the champion of the National League against that of the American Association, but when the latter circuit folded in 1891, there was no interleague postseason contest until the warring AL and NL came to a peace agreement in 1903. The World Series is Don Larsen’s perfect game. The Babe’s called shot. Willie Mays robbing Vic Wertz.

The World Series is about the best of the best that season. Each year, teams play each other in hopes that at the end of the season, they will play in the championship. The World Series is a best of seven series that celebrates our national pastime. I would say this is an event every year which is as an important as any holiday. This is as important as Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years Eve and even the Fourth of July. Just  like the start of any season, we are anxious with anticipation; we are anxious for the World Series. I am more anxious for the World Series than I am for Christmas Eve.

For a little history, many changes were on the horizon and in 1901, the American League was established much to the dismay of the senior circuit. Suddenly, baseball found itself engaged in a “civil war” as both rival leagues competed separately for the fan’s loyalty and attention. Two years later, a truce, previously known as the “National Agreement”, was redefined outlining baseball’s employment, salary and travel requirements. The 1903 compromise produced the business blueprint for major-league baseball and resulted in a merger that has lasted to this day. Once again, Boston and Pittsburgh, the top American and National League teams, found themselves competing against one another in the first official “World Series”.

in closing, I read an article the other day that just about sums it all up. The article was found on Slate.com and called, Why Kids love Baseball, by Jordan Ellenberg.

I tried to make my son into an Orioles fan, like me. But the day at Miller Park he saw Carlos Gomez steal second, then third, then break for home, scoring on a wild pitch, like he was playing Atari baseball against a team of hapless 8-bit defenders, he became a Brewers fan for life. (To be precise, he describes himself as 70 percent Brewers, 30 percent Orioles.) We get along fine, in our mixed household. The inconsistency of our rooting interests doesn’t bother him. If there is a lesson baseball can offer us, it’s one about our deepest commitments; that they’re arbitrary, and contingent, but we’re no less committed to them for that. If I’d been born in New York, I might have been a Yankees fan, but luckily for me, I was born in Maryland, so I’m not. Jerry Seinfeld once remarked that baseball fandom, in the age of free agency, amounted to rooting for laundry. That’s not an insult to the game, as Seinfeld, a giant Mets fan, surely understood; it’s a testament to its deepest strength. My son’s love for the Brewers, like mine for the Orioles, is a love with no reason and no justification. True love, in other words.

There you have it folks. You just love the things you do, and there is no changing it. To me, baseball is something I will always love; baseball was the first thing I fell in love with. It is like true love.