The best place to start, when someone wants to tell the Iliad-like epic tale of how the sojourning Rangers won their first World Series championship seemingly without warning, is the end, as a son falls into the arms of his father, tears streaming down the son’s cheeks.
“You did it,” Damien Semien whispered into his son’s ear. “I am so proud of you. I love you.”
Damien was a football player at Cal. His son, Marcus, a second baseman for the Rangers, fell into his embrace as if subsumed by the curl of an ocean wave. So emotional was Marcus that his powerful hands quivered as he held tight to his father. The tears flowed. His mother, Tracy, watched the men clench, neither one able nor willing to let go.
