Paul Kitagaki, Jr./Sacramento Bee/MCT
I hope one day the Mariners can me make as happy as the Giants did Sunday.
In 20 years of life I had yet to experience one of my favorite teams winning a world championship until the San Francisco Giants won in 2010. Well, in 1994 the 49ers won the Super Bowl, but I was only three years old as a fan.
The Giants finally made all of those seasons suffering as a fan worth it. Their win negated years of fruitless cheering for the 49ers, Mariners and Cougars.
I imagine many Seattle sports fans are like me –among some of the most miserable sports fans in the country. Year after year, the Mariners and Seahawks tear hearts out, and by now fans are probably numb to the pain.
One championship can wipe away all that pain for me. Now two? I just feel spoiled.
As a fan it’s an incredible feeling when your team wins. But in the midst of celebrating the Giants’ second championship in three years, I noticed something strange.
In 2010 my reaction was insane, tackling my roommate onto the couch and screaming at the top of my lungs. I managed to collapse onto the floor long enough to call my dad.
It wasn’t until I heard his voice, the voice of a man who had waited 50 years to see them win, that it became real. The emotion and joy in his voice got to me, and the tears came.
I sat on the floor, laughing with my dad and watching the trophy presentations, trying to soak in every bit of pure joy that championship brought.
After Sunday’s win, my reaction was much more subdued. Again I tackled somebody, this time my girlfriend because apparently that’s just how I react to awesome situations.
However, I noticed the second time around didn’t feel as special. Don’t get me wrong, I was and still am ecstatic about the title, but it didn’t hit me the same way.
Perhaps it was because they dominated, sweeping the Tigers in four games. The Series never swayed the Tigers’ way through game four.
The tears didn’t come, but the call to my dad definitely did.
I want to make sure I don't come off as sounding spoiled – I’m not a Yankees fan so I know there’s a possibility they could never win again, but I noticed a difference.
Maybe that’s just how sports work. We invest all this time, effort and emotion in teams that consistently let us down. Eventually they pay us back and it feels amazing, so perhaps we’re just not capable of reinvesting as much the second time.
The Mariners’ time will come, and when it does I’ll feel the same way I did after the Giants win in 2010. The city of Seattle will be electric and you won’t want to miss it.
So Mariners fans, Seahawks fans, Sounders fans and previous Sonics fans hold on, because as the Giants proved again Sunday, eventually the heartbreak will end and when it does, you’re going to cry like a baby.