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.