The Sacramento Capitals’ World TeamTennis season came and went recently, swooping through the area like a traveling circus. Performers put on a good show, packed their bags and went home all over the course of one month, going back to their lives, while leaving fans hungry for more.
My grandpa once told me after I’d gotten in a fight with my sister as a child that if I ever hit a woman my hand would stick up from out of my grave when I die. The thought haunted me for years.
OK, so by the definition of the sports term, “heartbreaker” might not be the right word for Saturday night’s fight. But when you learn to care about someone’s personal success, whether his loss was close or not makes no difference on the wrenching experience.
In what turned out to be the longest Major League Baseball All-Star Game in history, something major was missing. Despite every player on each roster being played through the 15-inning affair, it was obvious to most that the West Coast didn’t exist.