It's funny what sports can do to a person. They're just games, after all... right?
It took me a long to realize that they are not just games. We, as fans, tie ourselves to our favorite teams in so many ways; physically by going to the field or stadium, mentally by constantly racking our brains over what happens, and emotionally most of all.
My emotional tie-in has been put to the test this season. The Mariners aren't great, and haven't been for the last decade or so. Then they trade Ichiro, and not only was I an emotional wreck over that, but I had to explain to my five-year-old son why his favorite player is on the "stupid Yankees", as he put it so well. Yes, the lows can be pretty damn low.
The highs can be mighty high, too, and we Mariners fans got to experience one of the highest yesterday. I watched the MLB.com archive footage of all 27 of Felix's outs neatly spliced together, and my emotional dam broke again. Dave Sims was a big reason for that. Hearing him get progressively more excited at the thought of Felix throwing a perfect game was quite a treat. Then Felix threw a perfect pitch to end it and I was done. I've watched it five times already.
The first perfect game in Mariners history could not have been thrown by a more deserving player. What Edgar is to me, Felix is going to be to my son; the one player that has stuck by the city and the fans through the worst. Edgar was rewarded with the best regular season in MLB history and some runs in the playoffs; hopefully Felix is rewarded with more.
So thank you, Felix. I don't do you any justice with what I've put in words here, but I hope you get the gist.
Enjoy perfection, everyone.