The Minnesota Twins haven't given their fans much to be happy about of late, and it may be some time before they do it next. But there's a valuable lesson to be learned in all this glacial futility, maybe.
We'd buy scalped standing-room tickets, move as close to the field as possible, and yell "Yankees suck" or "Jeter, you suck," etc., while wearing our "Yankees Suck" t-shirts. Just screaming and screaming.
The 1977 TV movie Murder At The World Series offers none of the excitement of the World Series, and barely any murder. But it does offer notably more Intense Bruce Boxleitner acting and Houston Astros than any Fall Classic in recent memory.
Acting out, getting left behind and winding up too big for Little League is no way to go through life. A personal history from the rugged baseball diamonds of Billings, Montana, haunted by the baddest of the Bad News Bears.
The Cardinals are a very good baseball team, and their fans are very good fans. No one really argues with all that, but -- with the Cardinals back in the World Series and the Best Fans In Baseball back in the spotlight -- no one seems to like it much, either. What's so worth hating, here?
At it's best, it's ike following a real-time, real-life Friday Night Lights, right down to the appreciation of the mundane, the athletic struggles, the triumphs, irrational fans, obnoxious competitors and loving marriages.
We are nearly out of baseball teams, and baseball season. To make the most of the (honestly kind of wearyingly predictable) teams left, let's look to the weird Corgi-shaped sluggers and try to ignore Tony La Russa's scowling ghost. Let's at least try.
The Pittsburgh Pirates season had to end eventually, and it ended on Wednesday night with the team helpless before Adam Wainright in St. Louis. At least it ends in, and with, some real hope. That's not a small thing after twenty years of nothing but hope.