Iíve got a simple question for some of the veterans on the board. How in the world did you handle the pressure of the í75 World Series coming down to a Game 7? This isnít a rhetorical question, Iím really wondering.
I was born in 1985 so this is a first for me being a diehard fan. I love all sports. I donít miss a WVU football or basketball game. I watch the NBA and NFL religiously, but none of them compare to my love, and thatís exactly what it is, for the Reds.
I was on cloud nine a few weeks ago. I watched every minute of the post game celebration and nearly cried. I bought a few championship t-shirts (which I will still proudly wear). I spent some savings I should be using for student loans on tickets from StubHub for Sundayís game. Iíve lost sleep waiting for these games, and Iíve woken-up two days in one week like its Christmas morning. Now this. In the past few days I have nearly broke my remote, threw a shoe (who throws a shoe?) and a box because of errors and pegged batters. I stood up to leave, but couldnít make myself do something else. In a nutshell, I've been on an emotional roller coaster. From natural highs that should be illegal to depression states that are borderline clinical admissive. All of this over a series that didnít even exist a few decades ago.
So my question is how did you diehard vets handle pressure in a deciding World Series Game 7 or another similar situation? And how can someone be so attached to a game?