Throughout life, there are highs and lows. Certainly, there are fleeting moments in which we feel as if everything might turn out all right, that it is OK to live with the confidence necessary to take risks. But for all but the lucky few, there are also the lows ― times in which the world is caving in around you, like the things that once provided you hope now only remind you of your own failures.
Usually, these highs and lows appear on distinct days, or in different months. Sometimes, a primary emotion can last for a period spanning several years. “Twenty-seven was a terrible age,” someone might say. “Don’t worry. I was never happier than in my early 30s,” an acquaintance might reply.
However, on Sunday, a small child in a yellow Under Armour T-shirt packed an entire lifetime’s worth of emotions into a single afternoon. Between when the first pitch was thrown out at 1:35 p.m. at the Washington National–Pittsburgh Pirates game, and when the 18-inning marathon ended 5 hours and 48 minutes later, the child experienced pain, joy, suffering, frustration and on and on. Seriously, if an emotion exists, this kid felt it. He knows the world now, in a way he didn’t when he awoke on Sunday morning. He is better, wiser, but also more tired. Such is the life for fans of our national pastime. Or maybe such is life for us all.