Sep 29 2007
And then there was one…
It actually is kinda interesting, I guess. Two teams play 161 games against all manner of opponents. Through whatever twists and turns, April through September, the thing goes this way and that, the ball goes up and comes down, slumps happen and hot streaks happen, people get traded and new faces change the way things work. All that. Six months. And it comes down to one game. The last game of the season. It really is remarkable. Old-timey baseball. Classic. Dem Brooklyn Bums as if they moved not to Los Angeles, but followed all the Brooklyn Irish and Italians to the far reaches of Queens. Total breakdown and disaster.
But still a chance. One game. One game after 161. One game and hope the other guy loses his game and then maybe you’re not a bum anymore, maybe you’re not a mutt anymore. It’s tragic and exhilarating and throbbing and alive. It’s baseball, and it’s damn near to October. Uno mas.
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