I have recently started watching the 1985 World Series. It’s something I’ve meant to do for quite a long time and am finally getting around to. Currently, I am two games in, and the Cardinals are leading the Royals, 2-0.
I am fascinated. I have, of course, seen highlights and heard stories about the 1980s Royals, but there is something about sitting down and actually watching full games that is so much more visceral. Seeing guys like George Brett, Frank White, Ozzie Smith, and others in actual game action just makes it all so much more real, and I find myself wishing that full game footage like this existed from the Babe Ruth years.
What’s more, even knowing how this series is going to shake out in the end, I still find myself getting worked up over the events of each game. When the Royals scored first in Game One, I couldn’t help but get excited. When the Cardinals came back to take the lead in the next two innings, I became upset. That’s the power of baseball, I suppose.
