... it's a nice idea, and easy to get excited about with baseball's playoffs coming up, but that's about it. And yes, we have charts.
Mariano Rivera is at the end of a long and consistently dazzling career. We won't be able to remember as much of it as we might want to, but that's the way baseball -- and everything else -- works.
On an otherwise unremarkable late-season night, with two teams in very different circumstances playing each other, history might have been made. A baseball game happened instead.
The Pittsburgh Pirates will be in the playoffs. Everyone is welcome back into the cathedral, the exorcism is over.
And it's exactly as loud and tacky and complicated as it sounds.
An excerpt from Matthew Callan's new novel "Hang A Crooked Number," which is surely the best book about baseball and a secretive spy organization knwn as the Moe Berg Society that a Classical contributor has written so far this year.
For Mets fans, and a great many others, baseball is a waiting game at this point of the season. Not just for next season, but for an opportunity to feel That Baseball Feeling again.
The Negro League is a part of baseball history that's complicated, contextually bleak, and glorious in its own way. So, yeah: pretty deserving of some t-shirts, seems like.
While there's still time left in the season, and before the discourse gets too loud, why not escape into the consequence-free embrace of minor league baseball?
After two decades of not doing it, the Pittsburgh Pirates will finish this season with a winning record, and quite possibly in the playoffs. It's a lot to take in. In a good way.