Friday, October 8, 2010

Youthful Optimism: Twins ALDS Game 2

As I sat in my seat eagerly anticipating the first pitch of Game 2 of the ALDS between the Twins and Yankees, a man and his son came to sit in the row in front of me. Something struck me about this boy right from the beginning. He couldn't have been more than six or seven years old. The first inning hadn't even started yet and he already had his rally cap on.

At first I wasn't sure what to think. But the more that I thought about it the more that I thought that this was the mentality that all Twins fans need to have. Even before last nights 5-2 loss. Twins players and fans should be in rally mode all of the time. From the first inning to the last.

This boys optimism stretched throughout the entire game. No matter the score or the situation he would have something positive to say. He was definitely looking at the glass as half full.

If there were runners on for the Yankees, he would turn to his father and tell him that a grounded ball could get the Twins a double play. If the Twins were batting, he would hope for just one baserunner so the Twins could hit a home run.

He would stand up and cheer for strikes, outs, hits, and anything else that went in favor of the Twins. His Homer Hanky proudly shaking high in the air. I have never seen a Homer Hanky get so much use.

The only time I heard him say something negative to his dad was the controversial strike to Lance Berkman right before his tie-breaking double. He looked at his dad and said, "That sure looked like a strike." "I think so too son," replied his dad.

Even youthful optimism can be crushed by a bad strike call that leads to a homerun. But for this young boy it was not the case. The Yankees added another run in the top of the 9th and the boys father wanted to leave the game to beat traffic.

Miriano Rivera was warming up in the bullpen.

The last words that I heard him say were, "I hope we get a homerun in the bottom of the 9th."

He didn't care that the greatest postseason pitcher of all-time was coming in the game. He didn't care that his team was down three to the defending World Series Champions. He didn't care that the Yankees have had the Twins number in recent years.

All he cared about was the Twins coming back in the game. If that isn't the definition of optimism then I don't know what is.

On Saturday that little boy will be watching the game from some other location but I hope he is still waving that Homer Hanky high in the air. And I hope he keeps that youthful optimism for years to come.

1 comment:

Beth said...

Stories like this make me smile. And also glad that Dad never, ever would leave before the game was over--a code I abide to to this day--because anything could happen. True, I've seen my share of the usual poor endings, I've never missed those awesome comebacks when they happened.