The end of MLB season – yet another season ends. Furthermore, the 2019 season is in the books. This season was really special to me in a lot of ways, and it honestly went by quicker than any I remember. Perhaps that’s a product of age – or that it’s been one of the toughest (if not the toughest) of my personal life.
Either way, I needed baseball this year worse than ever before; and there it was to keep me distracted nicely enough to get me by. That’s how baseball goes, it’s there when you need it most. It’s magnificent, and different every day. It’s never boring to me, and I’ll never carve out the time again to enjoy it’s every intricacy like I would like to do it justice.
We kept the torch lit here as best we could, and we will continue to do so as long as there’s a sport and we’re alive and breathing.
In addition, I lost a fantasy baseball title today; won it on a J.D. Davis single, and then lost it again with a Wilson Ramos single that won’t make any highlight packages. It was probably the toughest loss I’ve had in playing over the course of 20 years. But that’s karma, that’s life. It’s a painful game to play – fantasy baseball – and it’s made fantasy football pale in comparison.
So the curtain falls and now the postseason begins. Dramatic storylines and hopefully an epic ending. I’ll always remember the 2019 season in vivid detail for reasons unexplained and unnamed. But I fell in love with my first love all over again in 2019. Baseball is romantic in that way.