Baseball Is Suppose to Hurt.

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I take this shit way too seriously.

Seriously.

So seriously, I’m writing a blog post about it.

Well, not so much as writing, but finding the perfect quote to summarize my feelings.

I feel a combination of dread, disappointment, anger, and even a small bit of relief.

It’s over. The journey of the 2014 Dodgers season has ended and I got to see it from its inception to its bitter conclusion.

The story of a 94-68 season ends on a groundout to second, because really, how¬†else could it end? It’s baseball.

The greatest pitcher on the planet couldn’t prevent…baseball.

He had the curve that anyone could admire, because certainly no was going to hit it, but… you know what I mean. But it was hit. It was hit so far that if one looked close enough, the dreams and hopes of all the LA Blue shattered on impact.

You know what? Probably didn’t need to see that closely at all.

If it sounds maudlin that’s because it is.

I found that quote, by the way. I hope you enjoy my reading of it.

[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. РA.Bartlett Giamatti, Take Time For Paradise: Americans And Their Games.

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