It's the End of the World as We Know It
We all know the pain of Elimination. Some of us know it better than others.
But when the calendar turns to April and we feel like school girls in love, nothing will stop our team from winning the World Series. THIS IS OUR YEAR, DAMN IT.
May and June pass, and before you can say "player to be named later," the Mid Summer Classic is upon us. Some of our teams are enjoying a bountiful season, brimming with milestones and exciting acquisitions. Others are plagued by injuries and traumatic events, or clawing their way out of the cellar, just trying to avoid the sweep.
Then there are the pure, unadulterated shenanigans that no one can believe even went down... dawg.
Still, we love our team into August and September, when time begins to run out. Abruptly, it ends: our boys of summer are golfing in the Keys and we're staring down the impending loss of quality free agents and another quiet year at the Winter Meetings.
As a Minnesota Twins fan, I am spitefully elated by the doom that the Detroit Tigers face with just 5 games remaining in their season. After Carlos Silva and the Twins took the first of a three-game series in Detroit Monday, the Tigers are hoping for nothing short of a miracle to get into the playoffs this year, sitting 5.5 games behind the New York Yankees in the AL Wild Card race.
Thank Baby Jesus For Football.
[New York Times]