It seems right to start a blog about baseball in September, in the farthest reaches of the regular season, when every game counts (or doesn’t count) and when depth can be measured in the last bits of hope that get mustered, brought to the surface, and ultimately, left on the field.
Or maybe it took all summer to get here. It took May, June, July and August to get to September. Every up turn and down turn brought us here. Maybe September is both the beginning and the end. Maybe it’s just my own familiarity with heartbreak (a childhood full of Cubs games) that brings me here: Giants in contention for wild card spot, Timmy’s hair growing longer and longer, the way a Sunday can break open when you least expect it (grand slam to take the lead, the series).
It’s easy to be sentimental about baseball. And hard to face the end of another season, however it comes. Welcome to the baseball bubble.
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