He'll still be thrilled with their performance even if their season doesn't go any further than tonight's playoff game, Dad told me over the weekend. The bandwagon fans will fall away, he said, but the true fans know what an accomplishment it is that the team has achieved all that it already has this year. But you can bet Dad'll be yelling at the TV tonight back home, cheering each run and chewing out the umps over any bad calls.
The mania is sweeping the city. Local restaurants' windows sport the Pirates' ship, flag, and battle cry. (If you don't already have a favorite team to root for tonight, this video is played toward the end of Pirates games and may sway you toward Dad's buccaneers.) :)
The Pirate Parrot--with whom I want to have my picture taken at a game someday, although Mike scoffs and says "That's for little kids!"--is seemingly everywhere--
--included in the toys my nephew carries around with him.
And even Pirates beer has appeared, this bottle on a side shelf of my parents' fridge. Dad likes baseball because it's a game of strategy--like a chess match--he explained a few weeks ago. People think football or basketball are the real strategy sports, he said, but Dad thinks baseball is more than any other sport. I like it when people can articulate what they like or appreciate about something, especially when it teaches me something, so I found that interesting.