The Orioles are in the playoffs, and while their stay may not last past Tuesday night, that is still an accomplishment considering that most pundits’ pre-season picks had them finishing last. A certain blogger you know and love made some pretty accurate predictions back in April, although we’ll skip the ones about Arizona and Pittsburgh winning their respective divisions.
It was an exciting finish all the way around with the Tigers and Cardinals being eliminated on the last day, Aaron Sanchez carrying a no-hitter into the 7th inning at Fenway Park in what was David Ortiz’ final regular season game, and Max Scherzer winning his 20th game for the Nationals before a home crowd in Washington. We still have another month of baseball as the wild card winners will compete in the divisional playoffs and the winners of those will face off in their respective league championship series. Game One of the World Series will not even begin until October 25th and, if the Series goes a full seven games, won’t conclude until November 2nd.
For all the excitement of the post-season, however, I much prefer a game in early June when summer and hope are in the air and if we lose, well, it doesn’t matter much because there are still 100 games to go. Yes, Atlanta playing in San Diego doesn’t mean a great deal (this year, at least) but maybe that late West Coast game will feature a triple play or see a kid fresh from the minors homer in his first big league at-bat, and that produces a certain craving to catch the highlights the next morning. All that is gone when the regular season ends. It’s getting dark early now, the evening breeze has turned chilly, and the thrill of the grass is littered with lifeless leaves.
I don’t care what the calendar says, I care what my Orioles’ schedule says. When the regular season ends, so has the summer. That always makes me sad.