That just happened.
The Texas Rangers — this 2010 edition is quickly becoming my favorite sports team of all-time — beat the New York Yankees, 6-1, on Friday night and advanced to their first World Series in team history.
Blue and red confetti fell to the ground. A constant beam of red light highlighted the stadium. Rockets were set off. Ginger ale (not champagne) was being sprayed, a non-alcoholic toast in respect to Josh Hamilton's substance abuse in the past.
I'll let that set in for a few moments: The Texas Rangers just won the AL pennant tonight.
You can't be serious.
This team, the one with the manager who admitted to cocaine use; this team, the one whose two supposed best pitchers at the beginning of the year — Rich Harden and Scott Feldman — aren't even on the postseason roster; this team, the one where it was easy to say no pitcher could ever thrive at the Ballpark in Arlington because of its hitter-friendly confines.
Well forget that. The Rangers are the best team in the American League.
We were clearly better than the Yankees in nearly every facet.
I am filled with happiness for this team that I've followed so closely since 2002.
This was the night. October 22, 2010. The night when it was time. The night when the Texas Rangers won the AL pennant.
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