Baseball Season

I know, it starts in Florida and other warm places in the winter and the first games that count are in the beginning of April, but I don't really tune into things until August, when the divisional races are sorting out the contenders from next year's teams. Baseball season just goes on and on. The world has been standing on its head of late and with all that is off kilter, I was kind of hoping for a year that would sift out teams the way it ought to, a sort of harmonic signal that all is well with the universe, which of course, it isn't. And so, accordingly, the New York Yankees managed to boot their season's best efforts to win the American League championship and go on to the World Series. All is not right or well for yet another year in which birds may well fly north for winter and rhododendrons will bloom profusely in October, as ours is doing. There are other teams, but after a decade plus of seeing the likes of Derek Jeter, Bernie Williams, Mariano Rivera and their ilk, you can't go home again. For now, the party's over.