While the autumnal equinox was a month ago, it felt very much like the first day of fall here in Baltimore the day after our extended baseball summer came to its abrupt end in Kansas City Wednesday night. I hadn’t noticed the leaves turning from green to red and brown in recent weeks, when all I could see was black and orange.
The sunny summer days and sultry nights spent drinking beer and eating peanuts at the ballpark are over and in some ways that’s the saddest part about the Orioles being knocked out of the playoffs. The six-and-a-half month party at Oriole Park that began on March 31st is finally over. The last day of baseball season is always sad whether you’re team makes it to the World Series or comes in last place. The last day of the baseball season in any home town is sad simply because the season’s over. The teams that make it to the World Series get to keep on playing to the last possible day of the season, which in the end is what it’s all about, simply getting to play more games than the other guy; of course you do want to win that last one too. Read More →