The team that we always wanted. The team that we dreamed of having during
our cold, dark childhoods growing up in Alaska, far, far away from baseball.
The team we helped bring to our children so that they could experience what
we could not. Baseball. An intruiging sport, a beautiful sport. Baseball,
but what is this that they play in Alaska? It can't be baseball, can it?
Baseball was supposed to be fun. Baseball was supposed to be green grass,
open-air, the crack of the bat and the roar of the crowd. But in Alaska, its
getting dark again and baseball, as I remember, is not being played.
The team we spent so much effort to bring joy to our state has not lived up
to what we believed baseball to be. Does that mean we should abandon that team?
Is that baseball? Should we turn our backs when they need us the most? That's
not baseball either. Maybe a part of baseball is being able to cheer for your
team and stick by them through thick and thin. To be able to share with them
in the darkest moments and the brightest triumphs. Maybe there is really more
to baseball then just wins and losses. Should we all gather at the ballpark to
help pull our team up from the depths of the league? To bring our great
franchise to immaculate glory through cheering and celebrating the possiblity
of the game -- baseball?
But why, you ask? Its just a game, you say. Well, to some it is more then a
game. It is a piece of their lives that they will use to help them through
the dark times and remind them of good feelings they had at the ballpark.
The Abominations are more then just baseball. In this cold, dark state, a state
which has a great history and a bright future, we need to embrace baseball with
a passion that no other state, city, town, or burrough has in the past. We
must do what we had only been able to dream of in the past. We must stand by
our team and help them deal with their struggles. In the end, we can believe
that baseball is exactly what we had always hoped it would be.
