For Cleveland Indians fans like me, another off-season of “what ifs” has begun with the tribe’s early exit from post-season play at the hands of the Houston Astros on Monday.
We’re used to the disappointment that comes with the end of what looked like could have been a promising playoff run.
I’ve been wondering why I wasn’t as engaged during this year’s that playoff series as I have been in the past.
I did have most of the games in the brief 3 game set on the radio or tv, but I just didn’t seem to be as wrapped up in it as I have been in the past.
It dawned on me that I was missing what had become the most enjoyable part of any baseball season.
That was the conversations my son Eric and I would have over the various games that dated back to the mid 1980’s.
In fact when this dad and his young son couldn’t talk about much else, we could talk about sports and sports was often a gateway to conversations about more important things that I will cherish forever.
Eric’s passing in March after a courageous battle with cancer has left a void that won’t likely ever be completely filled.
My advice is simple.
If there’s someone special to you, let them know today!
Don’t wait until tomorrow.
That’s the way I see it.