It’s Over, Dodgers lose Game Seven of the World Series

By TheNaturalMevs on November 2, 2017

It’s all over. Dodgers lose 5-1 on a Wednesday night in Los Angeles. The dreams in Wonderland are dead and gone forever. A loss has never hurt so bad for us.

I have little to say. I don’t think I ever see a team I like win the big one. The Reds sure won’t. The 2017 Dodgers were my favorite team of all-time. They were special. I was certain of their destiny. Now I know my last shot at the title is gone. Hopefully my son sees a winner someday, and appreciates it the way I would have.

The Dodgers are left with just heartbreaking quotes.

“Maybe one of these days I won’t fail, we won’t fail and we’ll win one of these things,” Kershaw said, finding little consolation in the team’s 104 regular-season victories. “…There’s only one team that can succeed. There’s only one team that wins the last game, so that’s tough.

“I think once the dust settles and we go home, we can realize that we had a pretty amazing season and we finished in second place, which nobody cares about or remembers.”

The agony of defeat: Two hours later, Clayton Kershaw standing in the Dodgers dugout, surveying the aftermath of the Astros celebration.

— anthony fenech (@anthonyfenech) November 2, 2017

Like I said the other night after game five, the problem with a hero is that they die in the end, usually. The Dodgers battled as valiantly as ever in game seven but came up short. The season of a lifetime is squandered.

I’ll never forget that I set foot on the magical Los Angeles earth this year. It was enchanting. The Dodgers only helped to enchant me more with their play during a thousand different moments. I loved these guys. They played hard with dignity and class in the greatest ballpark ever constructed.

I think it’s fitting – if you know me – that it goes down that my favorite team ever came up just a foot short. It’s definitely fitting in my life. It’s almost downright poetic. I’ll never forget the 2017 Dodgers. I just don’t know how to pick up the pieces again.

Sure, the Dodgers will be back at some point, albeit never in this form. And they’ll never be better than this. And I feel like; there’s no reason to ever really fall in love again. I’ll never trust again. My days of hardcore fandom for anyone are done. My proclamations of ‘this is the greatest team I ever saw’ have now been all used up. I am 0 for 1, lifetime on that stage. And that’s how history will go down. I’ll never say it again.

But when they bury me, one of my happiest moments or periods of my life will have been that I ‘lived and died in LA’ for one season. I was there. I saw it with my own eyes. I rode the wave with these boys from April onwards. It was nothing short of magical from start to the bitter end. To see this place with your own eyes and experience that city like I got to for a week in my life in one of the greatest Dodgers seasons ever; I mean, how lucky am I?