Game 7

I’m sitting here at my laptop during the pre-game show of Game 7 of the World Series. Though I’m not a diehard fan of either the Kansas City Royals or the San Francisco Giants, I am a diehard fan of baseball. At any point during a season, I know which teams are hot and which teams are not. I pay attention to the World Series every October, even if my beloved Red Sox aren’t in it.

I always root for the Red Sox above anyone else. If the Red Sox were beaten in a previous round of the playoffs, I’ll usually root against whoever beat them. If the Yankees are in the Series, I’ll always root against them. For every other possibility, I’ll root for the team that has the longer championship drought. This year, that’s Kansas City, who last won in 1985. San Francisco won in 2012 and 2010. If the Giants do win, I’ll be okay with it because they’re a solid team who plays the game well. So are the Royals. This is one of the most evenly matched World Series I can remember watching—the two teams have similar makeups and playing styles—and after six games, the Series is tied 3-3.

Tonight is Game 7—the final game of the 2014 baseball season, no matter what. At the end of the game, a new champion will be crowned, no matter what. Every player, coach, and manager on the two teams is focused on that one goal, and after the game, the winning team will be changed forever. Those players will forever be the 2014 World Series Winners. It will be chaotic and fun and exciting and a memory they’ll never forget. That is happening today.

And today, I made a fun, exciting, new memory. The proof copy of Flipping the Scales arrived. This isn’t the end of a season, but it’s the start of a new chapter in my own life. Instead of just being a Microsoft Word file on my hard drive, or a thick stack of double-spaced single-sided 8½” by 11” sheets of paper, it’s finally a book. An actual book book.

Baseball players dream of playing in Game 7 of the World Series, coming up to bat with the bases loaded in the 9th inning down a run or two and knocking a home run to win the game. Or they dream of being the outfielder on the warning track jumping up high to catch the ball that would’ve gone over the wall. Or the pitcher who smokes that fastball by a swinging batter to make the final strikeout. They all dream of winning the World Series.

Writers dream of seeing their work in print for people to read and enjoy. Writers dream of making their reader laugh, cry, connect emotionally with the characters, get invested in the plots of their lives.

Tonight, either the Kansas City Royals or the San Francisco Giants will have a dream come true. Just like today, one of mine did.

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