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Bart Giamatti, the late commissioner and scholar, famously wrote of baseball, “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.”

But sometimes, for some teams, the fall and winter can be full of lovely results and memories. That’s why we watch, and hope and pray over, a mere game that can seem so much more.

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