it breaks your heart

Tim Lincecum & co.

from elcapitan79 on flickr

Rainy. The regular baseball season ended in dramatic fashion on Wednesday.  No world championship for my Giants this year, but they will never be able to take last year away from us.

It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops, and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, and rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just as the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops. Today, October 2, a Sunday of rain and broken branches, and leaf clogged drains and slick streets, it stopped, and summer was gone...

The late Bart Giamatti

Commissioner of Baseball