“[Baseball] 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 all 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
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Well said. I am crushed. This is where “wait ’till next year” comes in, I guess.
You took the words right out of my mouth.
Hey, four months to “Pitchers & Catchers”. GO BLUE!
Thank you for posting this Giamatti poem. It was on all of our minds.