Mid September already

I can't believe it's the middle of September and I haven't been blogging.
I've spent a large portion of the summer living and breathing baseball. I went to about 25 Salt Lake Bees games and it was a joy to see them win more than they lost and to see the fan turnout - especially late in the season. I hope that Larry Miller and co. don't figure out that games cost less than movies, though I fear a price increase is in the works since they raised ticket prices for the playoffs. I did attend both home playoff games, and despite once more not making it out of the first round, the boys gave us our money's worth. The only thing more exciting than the second game come from behind in the bottom of the 9th win, was the first game come from behind in the bottom of the 10th win. I love extra innings. And a big "ha!" to all of the faithless fans who left in the middle of those last innings. Good on ya Bees and thank you for another lovely summer.
In both Leagues the endgame is more exciting than I can remember, and there's still a touch of hope for my Brewers/Indians World Series prediction. Though the Cubs and Cards need to fail fast for my boys to take the NL Central, since they're too far out of the wild card.
As we've started my 34th season of University of Utah football games I take heart in the words of one of my favorite bartenders: "At least we're tied with Michigan and Notre Dame." I just keep reminding myself, and my friends, that we've sat through more bad losses than good wins. I remember that 55-6 loss to BYU. I saw the whole game because by brothers and I knew that our parents wouldn't leave until the end.
It's hard, though, since Urban Meyer and Alex Smith got our hopes up with those two beautiful seasons.
But if you see me on game day, win or lose, I will be in red with a drum and feather or at the very least UTAH on my shirt. The red Converse high tops are wearing thin and need replacement, but I'll wear them on game day until the weather turns wet. If I have to be dressed up and miss the game, don't worry, I'll still be in red and my heart will be with the blasted Running Utes -- win or lose.
But for now, for the fall, there's still about six weeks of baseball to sooth me - even if I have to watch TV or (preferably) listen to the radio. Like Salt Lake's weather this year, I'm not ready to let go of summer.