The Cardinals won the World Series last night. Five games, not quite the epic clash I was hoping for, but it was nice to see St. Louis win it after getting swept out the last two years running. Major League Baseball 2006 is history. I have six months of hearing about football and basketball to look forward to before spring training starts. From here, winter always seems to stretch out forever.
I wonder why that is, though. I watched maybe three or four games this whole season. I slept through about half of Game Five last night. If baseball is so goddamn important to me, why don’t I pay more attention to it when it’s actually here? I don’t know. I remember something I heard Tom Bosworth say: “It’s not that you have to listen to the game; it’s that the game is there if you need it.” Except for half the year. Baseball fills in something for me. It entertains me, it helps me make sense of things, it gives me something to wax poetic over and sound like a pretentious smartass – you’ve gotta love it for that. It’s something I’m going to miss this winter. It’s something I miss already.
Hurry up, pitchers and catchers. Don’t report late, ‘cause I’ll be waiting on your asses.