With five playoff games in the books, I have seen 2 1/2 innings on TV so far. I saw two innings of Game 1 of the Oakland-Minnesota series and the bottom of the ninth of the Yankees-Tigers Game 1.
What have I learned? I think what I've learned from doing this blog is that in the last few months, I might not be as much of a partisan as I used to. I've grown up as a Dodgers fan, but the results of today's game just didn't seem to affect me. Maybe the games will as the series goes on, but right now, I have this feeling that whatever happens, happens. I may be happy. I may be sad. But I doubt I will be at an extreme. This could be a factor of not seeing the Dodgers winning a postseason series since 1988. I just don't expect a whole lot.
But for some reason, I seem to get fired up over the regular season more. Even though the point of the regular season, isn't to be fired up. The regular season is a day-to-day affair. You want to maintain an even keel. It's a story that unfolds over several months. But the postseason is a series of short and intense bursts of action. I need to adjust to that mentally. I may not get a chance to see a full game until Thursday unless the rain lets up in New York tonight. (The tarp is coming off the field as I write this.) I'm sure once I get a game or two under my belt, I'll feel differently.
Or maybe I will get into the swing of things once I get to Japan. Maybe some rhythmic clapping and chants of gattobase! will put me in the mood.
What I really want is a good storyline. Preferably a storyline that doesn't revolve around a big star. The postseason is a time for George Rohe, , Gonzalo Marquez, Brian Doyle, Billy Bates and Geoff Blum. Derek Jeter, Albert Pujols and the like will be with us for a long time, but I really like the story of the guy who gets to be in the right place at the right time and do the right thing and become a hero.