What the Charleston Lady Was Doing While Her Other Half Watched the Epic Finale of the 2016 World Series

By, Minta Pavliscsak
  • Enjoying the crisp fall evening on the patio while sipping a glass of wine and sneaking a few pieces of the kid’s Halloween candy.
  • Hanging out with her man because she is after all a true Southern Bell, and supporting his interests is just part of what we do. {…even if there may be texts exchanged with the bestie about how cute that one player’s butt looks in his uniform.}
  • Sleeping – hopefully not interrupting any important plays with the occasional, adorable snore.
  • Finally catching up on her DVR shows on the smaller T.V.
  • Using her man’s credit card to buy those shoes she has been eyeing for quite some time now. -How that matching belt made its way into the shopping bag is a mystery to her!-
  • Constantly refilling the chip bowl and mixed nuts while making countless pigs in blankets, all while keeping the coffee table her honey and his friends are huddled around clear of empty beer cans and bottle caps.
  • Taking advantage of an empty house to sit around in her favorite baggy, ripped sweats and bleached stained hoodie for once…crazy hair and all.
  • Getting hit on at Mac’s Place -unbeknownst to her significant other- by some guy rooting for the opposing team, despite the fact that her and her man have been sharing a plate of nachos since the second inning and he keeps drinking her beer because he refuses to take his eyes off of the screen.
  • Pretending to show interest in the game but instead, plotting her moment when she gets to use the line that starts with, “Honey remember that time when I sat up with you after midnight watching the World Series?”
  • Cheering right along by her love’s side because she has always been a Cubs fan.

 

World Series 2016 Video

Dear Chelsea (Solidarity for New York) – Original Poem

Fear is honored by the serpent slithering in a path of mischief
A playful devil coloring the world with darkness
As thick as the blackness in his eyes he leaves a path of pain
Shrapnel pierces the skin of the innocence
Streaks of blood fill the streets

Once again the September sky is filled with tears

Dear Chelsea we stand with you
United in a front of brotherhood

The serpent hides disguised as homeless; without shelter, without direction, without remorse
In the shadow of millions of shattered dreams, he waits to strike again

Dear Chelsea
The white light of freedom has blinded the black empty fear
A flower has risen from the ground, nurtured and launched to the heavens like a phoenix
With the strength inspired by our forefathers that built the Pyramids we united hand in hand

Overcome by love, the wall of fear is destroyed
In bright red, artists spell the words on buildings, “Fear is dead, Love is Strong”
This street art represents a weapon more powerful than guns and knives

Dear Chelsea
You too will walk; you too will run

Run for the sun, in celebration and hope on a path of rainbow colors laid out by generations of resilience
Hand in hand, we are one

Dear Chelsea, with love always