What I'm Thankful For

Cole Hamels’ gorgeous changeup.
How Cole always keeps his cool.
The bubbling gut of the fiery Brett Myers.
The 12-6 curveball.
The second half resurgence.
Acquiring Joe Blanton.
Swatting a no-doubter home run in game four of the World Series.
Poise.
Veteran leadership.
Grizzled pitching — a slow fastball, a slower changeup.
The diving grab and soft toss in game three.
Young heat.
Placing a perfect changeup.
Sticking with the team for 162 games as the final pitcher on roster.
The name Clay.
The name Rudy.
Black belts.
Dim the Lights.
A first half of untouchable proportions.
The left-handed specialist.
Outspoken heat against Bud Selig.
The Savior.
The Savior’s fire.
Chooch. Mother-freakin’ Chooch.
The squib hit.
Catching a gorgeous game.
Clutch.
Blast. Off.
A September to remember.
Another MVP season.
And another MVP season.
And another MVP season.
The best second baseman alive.
Playing on a broken hip.
The throw to home.
Petey Happy.
Running your mouth.
100 wins.
The Brunt.
Gooch.
So.
The Bat.
Machine!
One final double off the wall.
The breakout of the Flyin’ Hawaiian.
A tying home run.
Matt Stairs!
The resurgence of Jayson Werth.
Long legs.
The architect, Wade.
The finisher, Gillick.
Trust the gut.
June Manuel.
Mad Dog, a postseason warrior.
The 96 mph fastball.
Perfection.
Lights Out.
Goodbye.
See ya.
Ninety-two.
Three to one.
Four to one.
Struck.
‘Em.
Out!
Being World Champions of Baseball.

That’s what I’m thankful for this Thanksgiving.

You?