So, my last post? Where I wrote about Kawahara in the Japan Series and pitching good there and how happy that made me? Well, today he pitched too, and today he got hit. 3-6 for the Dragons--his team--before he got in the game (in the fifth inning, what the hell?), and 6-6 when he stepped off the mound at the end of the inning. And now Lotte, the opposition, has another run in (off a different pitcher, but so what), and it's the seventh already, and if they win this game they win the Series. I really don't care who wins the damn thing, but I'm afraid it's turned into the one outcome I can't stand--the Dragons losing because of Kawahara.
Right now I would like to go find him and give him a hug and tell him to please not hate himself. Isn't it odd how one identifies with others. There are plenty of people I know personally whose emotional state, whatever it may be, just doesn't make that much difference at all to me; and here I am heart-aching for this guy I've never met and never will and probably wouldn't have anything in common with if I did. But it's a long-time thing with me, Kawahara. I know it doesn't make any sense, but I care.
Right now I would like to go find him and give him a hug and tell him to please not hate himself. Isn't it odd how one identifies with others. There are plenty of people I know personally whose emotional state, whatever it may be, just doesn't make that much difference at all to me; and here I am heart-aching for this guy I've never met and never will and probably wouldn't have anything in common with if I did. But it's a long-time thing with me, Kawahara. I know it doesn't make any sense, but I care.