The World Series will conclude tonight and I must say, it’s been an entertaining post-season, despite the lack of a certain team from Southern California participating. When the Royals close this out (yes, I’m predicting a KC win), we will have the cold of late Fall and into Winter to face. For a variety of reasons, October is bittersweet.
For me, the season always ends with a reflection on Bart Giamatti’s brilliant essay The Green Fields of the Mind. I encourage you to read the entire thing, but the excerpt below sums it up for most of us crazy baseball fans.
It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.
~A Bartlett Giamatti