During the time that passed between October, 1996 to October, 2003, I went from being in fourth grade to being in eleventh grade. All-in-all, those were some formative and impressionable years. In all of those years but two–1997 and 2002–my favorite baseball team was in the World Series, winning four of them and losing two. They were also one out/inning/game away from making it there again in 2004 before, well, you know what happened. As I write this, I’m looking back at those years and taking away something I never thought I’d take away: those years did not mean all that much to me as a baseball fan.
On Getting There
