It has been way too long since I have posted here. But I had to break radio silence simply to point out out that I have been a Tampa Bay Rays fan since before they stepped on the ever verdant Astroturf of Tropicana Field, and that the past week makes up for an awful lot of conversations which went like this:
“The X are doing really well this season,” other baseball fan.
“I’m a [Devil] Rays fan myself,” me.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!, or, if they are gentle souls, “Oh, I’m so sorry”.
Ten years. Ten years of always being the miserable losing team — not cute, not lovable, just bad. We weren’t even the ’62 Mets, who at least were amusing in an Ed Wood so-bad-it’s-funny sort of way.
And this. Better than any of our dreams had a right to be. And with the strong possibility of getting better still. I just wish my Dad, who passed away the year before the franchise was awarded but who always wanted to see a MLB franchise in St. Pete, could see it. Not bad for a team representing not a state, not a city, but a body of water.