“Baseball is poetic. 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.” [via fjm]
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Great quote. I think that not only is it poetic, it’s inherently dramatic–every player gets a chance to step up to the plate and knock one out of the park…
This reminds me that I never posted the good parts about baseball in Roth’s PORTNOY’S COMPLAINT. Will get on that….
And the same way defensively, too—anybody could be the one to make the sensational catch.
But for all my talk, I still haven’t caught the Braves this season.
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