It's been a long 8 years. I say 8 years, because that stretch run in 2012 against the Tigers was the last time I have felt the rise and fall of every pitch in a baseball game in August, let alone, September. Although last night's 1-0 back and forth matchup did not end in our favor, it was such a refreshing feeling to be invested and actually enjoy a White Sox baseball game rather than the apathetic feeling of, "This actually doesn't matter, but is Yo progressing as a hitter?"
That is the one thing that I will take away from this once in a lifetime type of season, where half of the teams in the league will make the playoffs, is that these high pressure moments mean something. We all have this high expectation of "sustained success" for the next decade, and the biggest aspect that will loom large in this sprint season is the experience that this team will endure. Maybe this is me being a scorned, silver lining, optimist, but it just feels good and fresh to live and die with every pitch and have it actually mean something.
