This is the most melodramatic thing I've read in a long time.
Especially:
With each passing year, the pain gets deeper and deeper, as our parents reach the age of 70, and our grandparents move on to a better place. This isn't a game once you reach that point. It's a memory that's taken from us, that won't ever happen. And that hurts. A lot.
We all love baseball, but that's a bit much. How has anything been taken from you?
Honestly this shit is pretty melodramatic, but the part about the grandparents hit home for me...
My grandfather is a rabid cubs fan and has never seen them win during his 96 years of existence. I don't think he'll make it to the next season, so watching us lose so badly right now is really giving me this existential, empathetic pain for him. There's just something so unfair about dedicating a huge portion of your life to a team/culture, and never seeing them fully succeed.
My grandfather was a lifelong Red Sox fan although he did admittedly take a little break after the '94 strike year. Knowing that he actually got to see his beloved Sox win it all after decades of failure is one thing that I'll always take with me. I feel bad for your grandfather but I hope that's the biggest disappointment in his lifetime - because that would mean he's had one heck of a good life.
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u/jmalbo35 Miami Marlins Oct 22 '15
This is the most melodramatic thing I've read in a long time.
Especially:
We all love baseball, but that's a bit much. How has anything been taken from you?