As many of my friends and followers know, I am a huge Lost fan. I read the blogs, take the online polls about which character had the best line in an episode, post theories on Dark UFO’s Lost blog, and generally annoy people on a weekly basis about the show’s greatness. My rants are usually reserved for those who don’t watch the show—inconceivable and blasphemous! Get with the game people! Ever since the producers of the show announced the scheduled ending of the show over two years ago, I knew that I would be both excited for the culmination of the show’s confusing 6 year run and saddened by the void the show’s absence would most certainly leave in my life. The show ended with a two and a half hour event two weeks ago with sheer brilliance, emotion and perfection. I could hardly believe my eyes. I knew I would never see something like that again and I knew that I shared that event with thousands of other fans who lived and breathed this show for the past 6 years. What, if anything, could fill this void?
Enter the Summer of Strasburg. The comparisons are humorous if not 100% accurate or relevant. Both the Lost finale and Strasburg’s debut were strikingly similar. A two and a half hour event which consumed the audience with sheer brilliance, emotion and perfection. The culmination of several years of confusion, identity seeking, and wonder. Would it live up to the hype? Could it possibly be what we were all waiting for? Would it answer our questions? In both cases, yes appears to be the only answer I am capable of concocting.
For thousands of Washingtonians and people across the country, Strasburg’s debut was the event we’ve all been waiting for. What hasn’t been written about this night? Well, perhaps a comparison between the Lost finale and Strasburg’s debut.
Devoted fans of Lost and the Nats have been waiting for something for several years, on the edge of their patient seat. And in both cases, each delivered. And in both cases, someone was probably annoyed by my rave reviews. It is ironic that the main point of Lost was that everything begins and ends, life is a cycle and hope is what brings us together. As Lost ended two weeks ago, a 21 year old kid was on his way up to fill the void in my life, throwing 100 mph hope.
The almost eerie timing of the overlap is what gave me the idea of writing this piece. One door closes and another opens. I have been so wrapped up in Strasburgmania over the past few weeks that I didn’t even blink when Lost was not on the tv schedule the past two Tuesdays. But you know what was on TV this Tuesday? You got it.
The Lost finale was a 14 strikeout night. Strasburg was the true protector of the island, “he who will save us all.” Fitting that his nickname is Jeezus. Both events were the culmination of all the questions we’ve been asking for years…they were a realization of hope. Although both were over in a blink, they both will live in my mind for years to come.
In the end, Strasburg has a leg up on Lost for one reason: While Lost captivated my mind and soul for 6 seasons, it only came on once a week. Strasburg will captivate a nation every 5 days for the next 6 Summers of Strasburg in Washington.
The only question is…what am I going to do between November and February?
Oh, right. As many of you may know…I’m also a rabid Duke basketball fan. I suppose the circle is complete.