A long time ago, I was at home in Vienna VA watching a Pirates playoff baseball game and talking on the phone (landline) with a young lady from Pittsburgh that was a friend.
The slowest guy in baseball, who had spent most of his career in Pittsburgh, scored the gamewinner and series ender on a lollipop throw by who would become one of the most prolific hitters in MLB history (and also the largest change in hat sizes in MLB history too, but that's a whole 'nother discussion). I remember how I told her how sad it was as my favorite player on that team, Andy Van Slyke, sat there alone in center field. He knew that the team would not be the same ever again as free agency would free their soon to be bobble head proportioned and spaghetti armed left fielder from the confines of Three Rivers Stadium. We had come so close, two years in a row.
That game in the fall of 1992 marked the end of the last winning season of the Pittsburgh Pirates. That was a lifetime ago and that young lady is now my wife. We've experienced so much together - 4 kids; career changes; family moves; sickness; vacations; much laughter; a few tears; and now... another winning Pirates season. Funny how time flies isn't it?
Oh and if I told her that the pirates had won their 323d game of the season tonight, she'd say that's nice and pat me on the head like the child that I am. #let'sgobucs!