As we approach September, part of me wants to turn back time to April, heck maybe be even mid March, but here we are , on the border of August and September, with one month left to go
Too bad we don't really have our own Way Back Machine that Mr.Peabody and Sherman used to revisit importnat dates in history.
I would settle for Opening Day
Waiting for the leaves to appear, not to turn brown, and waiting for 1st pitches, 1st innings, and warmer spring days. Of course it could be that here in Southern Ontario have had a pretty crappy summer, both weather and local ball team. This was punctuated today in Boston when the Red Sox beat up on Roy Halladay and we may not have many more Halladay Blue Jay starts, as we anticipate a winter trade.
September baseball is the most cruel, it is the most harsh. Every game from here on seems to mean more, especially for those still with hope. Hope to win a division, or Wild Card slot, hope to play well enough to assure a job next year, and the best stats possible to help for then next contract.
Then there will be only 8 teams left and the playoffs
Then the fields will fall silent an cold for another winter, until rebirth again.
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