Sing it JoPo

Sep 30, 2011 by

I haven’t been able to watch, read, or talk about Baseball since Wednesday night.  I live with a St. Louis Cardinals fan.  We’ve watched over 100 games together this year.  We see each other in the morning getting kids to school, and hang out at night after the house has quieted down.   I haven’t seen or spoken to him, save one begrudging congratulatory text, since the 10th inning of the Braves loss to the Phillies – he’s avoiding me as much as I’m avoiding him.  We said we’d root for each others teams if they made it and ours didn’t.  Now, I’m not even sure I’ll be able to watch the playoffs.  At some point I will, but right now, I’d rather watch the WNBA, which up until this season, I didn’t even know still existed.  I know for a fact I can’t root for fucking Tony Larussa.

There were a flurry of texts between Matt and I in the days leading up to our team’s final games.  Even on that last fateful fitful night, we were messaging back and forth, complaining about our teams and the ham handed coverage of this final night of baseball by ESPN and the Baseball Network.  But as the games wore on, even with our teams in the lead, the texting stopped.  It was happening.  We could feel it the way that only baseball fans can.  No lead was safe, destiny was not on our side, the end was nigh, our teams were going to fuck up, and we were helpless to prevent it.

I could try to explain it, put it all into perspective, wrap it up in a few thousand eloquent words, but I don’t have the heart for it.  Luckily for all of us, someone else has already done it, and done it in far better than I ever could.  So without further ado, I give you Joe Posnanski, the best baseball writer alive today.

Baseball, like life, revolves around anticlimax. That in many ways is the beauty of it. I realize that’s a hard thing to explain to someone who doesn’t love baseball, no, more than hard, it’s an impossible thing to explain because many people want sports to be more than life, they follow sports to jolt them out of the steady rhythms of the shriek of alarm clocks, the monotony of morning meetings, the rush to get our kids to soccer practice by 4 p.m. They want sports to be bigger than life. What’s the point, otherwise? There is nothing in baseball as jarring as a blind-side hit, as jaw-dropping as a perfect alley-oop, as tense and heart-pounding as a breakaway.

And the hard thing to explain, the impossible thing, is that many of us love baseball not in spite of these failings but because of them.”

That’s just the beginning, do yourself a favor and read the rest here.  Whether your team won, lost, or didn’t matter, it’s a great read for any baseball fan.  Enjoy.

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  1. Ron Jeremy

    If you would have played “Shine” before every game this wouldn’t have happened.

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