1997
3 years ago
I’m not ashamed to admit that I cried for 3 days after Game 7 of the 1997 World Series.
On that fatefull evenening:
At some point after Tony Fernandez’s 2-run single…
As the 6-pack of MGD I was consuming dwindled down…
After I told my indifferent college roommates that IF the Indians won I would run naked down Wisconsin Avenue into downtown Milwaukee…
As the 9th Inning drew anxiously closer and closer…
...I let my guard down and allowed myself to believe the Tribe was actually going to win the world series.
The profound grief, despair, and guilt has lasted for 9 years and counting.
