I was 12 the last time Rangers went to the playoffs. I don't really remember specific details about it - that was a long time ago. Those who aren't serious sports fans probably won't understand this, but this team feels like a member of my family. This wasn't the easiest summer to go through, and whenever I needed a distraction from everything, they were there every night providing me with 3 hours of fun-loving Texas baseball. I've been a die-hard Rangers fan my whole life thanks to my Dad. I don't think he expected me to take it so seriously, but he instilled loyalty and perseverance in me by continually supporting these Rangers through the highs and lows. And watching them clinch the playoffs on Saturday, I couldn't help but think of Dad, sitting in his usual spot on the couch, smiling with a celebratory bowl of ice cream in his hand. He never got to see this team win the World Series - I don't want my son (crossing my fingers that I'm blessed with a boy some day) to say that about me. But, whatever happens this October, this team will have a permanent place in my heart. And there's always next year.
I have Dad to thank for that.
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