Six Months and a World Away

You couldn’t ask for a prettier end to the season, all sunny with a temperature in the mid-seventies. Once upon a time, I would’ve leaned on my daughter to go to the game with me, but she’s all grown up now, with a family and career to tend to. But that didn’t stop Clare from calling on her way home from work, “to complain,” as she put it. “It’s the last game of the year, and they’re getting their butts kicked. Great. Now we have to wait until next year. But who knows what will happen by April?” She could’ve inserted any number of examples here, some good, many not. I tried to counsel her that White Sox baseball will be unfolding all through November and December, so she won’t need to wait for spring training in that regard. But you would like something to wash away the taste of a 10-1 shellacking by the Twins. On a beautiful day that won’t be often repeated until the leaves come back to remind us to look for baseball.