Fan Confidence: Balance

It's been over two year since we found out Phoenix would be hosting the All-Star Game.  Now we stand on the fulcrum of memory, balanced between the past where we waited anxiously and dreamed, and the future were we will look at back at this as the memories fade.

The weekend has been a sprint after what seemed like an unceasing time at the block, waiting to run.  By the time this All-Star Weekend is over later today, I'll have made the trip downtown 5 times.  I'll have consumed (at the time of this writing) 3 hot dogs, 2 jumbo Pepsis, 1 Snake Bites, 2 waters, half of a cotton candy, and a thing of popcorn.  I've bought things for myself, and things for people that I thought might like it and couldn't attend Fanfest.  I've seen legends up close, and made an ass out of myself while pretending I have any charisma on camera.  I threw 49 MPH. 

I've taken photos, and walked all over the Phoenix Convention and Chase Field, but these things are temporary.  I'm grateful for the past few days, but also for the people with me.  Being able to enjoy this great game with good people is a blessing.  After all, what good is an event if you have no one to celebrate it with?

I don't want to look forward yet, not before the day is over.  I don't want to dwell too much on the immediate past, either.  There can be a tendency to do both, but we will have the rest of our lives to reminisce.  We're in the middle of a journey, one both immediately ending, and one that could stretch off far into the future, or not at all.  

But for now, all that's left is the game.  And what a good game it is.