Houston Astros: Four ranges of emotion leading up to the series win
Goosebumps
Monday Night
I couldn’t sleep that night. I was getting goosebumps. We were on the verge of something historic and I could picture the World Series championship coming home to Houston. My feeling was like Anthony Rizzo in 2016.
I called my parents and explained to them my situation and they understood what I was going through. It was a tough moment to contain the excitement I was feeling.
Tuesday
I work in the Sports Information department at a university. Sometimes that means taking trips that I might not want to do. So I arrive to the office feeling tensed and excited about Game 6 and I find out that I have to go with the volleyball team to their conference tournament.
Now I have no problem going with the volleyball team even if it meant me being the only guy on a road trip with women. But the fact that it was going to happen on the night of Game 7 was a different story.
I knew I was going and I had to go. But I hoped that the Houston Astros won in Game 6.
Tuesday Night
If there was any indication of how the night would go, it was during our women’s soccer conference tournament game at home. In freezing rain, we had a 2-0 lead after the first half. We lost in penalty kicks.
Afterwards, I was battling to get warm and eating pizza watching the Houston Astros win Game 6. Except, we lost. I knew we had no choice. I didn’t want to play a Game 7. But with the way the series was going, I knew that we had no choice.