The Regionals

From long distance, we get the headlines and a few details.  A series of victories on the field, some unacceptable behavior off the field.  Any practical or logistical arguments for not going to 
the championships game are overridden by our concerns for
Miles, his mother, and perhaps especially, his brother.
(I have a passion for baseball and my grandchildren; that's why I often write about Mile's exploits.  But if everything was right in the world, I would be writing gospels about Landon.  He is a good, good boy.)
We arrived a little less than 2 hours before game time.
Amen, amen; Miles is cool, calm, and collected. Confident and cheerful!
Landon is joyfully playing in the pool with his cousins. Julie is taking a nap.  It's all good.

Game time arrives.  Go Pride! One and done; send us home early and happy.  Hits, gifts, walks; we find ourselves up, 8-2, after 3 innings. Looking good.
But...........apparently some leads are meant to be squandered.   
We find ourselves tied at 9 in the middle of the fifth.   
No worries; we've got the top of the order coming up.
Alas, we go down one, two, three.  Hmm.
The top of the sixth is not without fidgeting and nail biting, but we escape.  Still tied as we enter the bottom of the inning.

Miles leads off with a single up the middle.  "The Thrill" follows with a resounding double to left center. A cautious Miles and a patient coach holds the runner at third.
"Sprinkles" walks.  The bases are loaded; no outs.
Brayden puts the ball in play, but the defense holds and they get the force at home. Still tied.
Cole is up.  Scratching and clawing, he battles and singles to right. Run scores!  We win, Regional Champions!  Ball game over.

But the story has just begun.


Except, I can't write it.

I can't describe the spontaneous, infectious, shameless, brazen, emotional euphoria that I witnessed and experienced. It overwhelmed and consumed us all; on and off the field.
It must have been love.  For the game and for each other
I can"t explain it.  You had to be there.
And I was.
A once in a lifetime moment.

Or was it?
World Series is next, and..........who knows?
Why not us?
Go Pride!