The past month was really special watching this team evolve from a borderline playoff team into a legitimate World Series contender. I was so lucky to be able to come home this past weekend and see the games with my dad and brother. Games 6 was incredible and it was set up so perfectly for the moment we've been waiting for...and the second that ball left Puig's bat it was taken away. I'm over all the other years but I don't know when, or if, I'll be over this one. Being there made it too visceral, the exuberance of the day before gave me too close of a taste of what it would feel like to finally make it. The noise of the crowd still reverberates in my head. My voice still isn't entirely back. I'll remember this year fondly. We overcame both of our rivals. We won 12 in a row at the best possible time. The camaraderie and personality of this team was my favorite of all time. I hope that can eventually be the lasting memory of this team. But for now, it almost would have been better if they didn't get this close. I'm left wanting more. And it's not easy. The playoffs are a crapshoot and our strategy is out in the open now. Competitors like the Braves are only going to get better. Hopefully next time we can get one game farther.