This is the second summer of the baseball season, the one that reveals the game's complete nature. The second summer does not have the blithe optimism of the first half of the season. From now until the Series a sense of mortality begins to lower over the game like a suspicion, which by late September will deepen to a certain knowledge that something that was bright, lusty and overflowing with possibility can come to an end.
The beauty of the game is that it traces the arc of life. Until mid-August, baseball was a boy in shorts whooping it up in...
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