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"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. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops. Today, October 2, a Sunday of rain and broken branches and leaf-clogged drains and slick streets, it stopped, and summer was gone." - Bart Giamatti
The above quote is entirely true. Just change the date to October 3rd. It was a very emotional weekend when it came to baseball. I cried for Mike Lowell's last game. His curtain call. The Thank you Mike ceremony. Johnny Pesky's 91st birthday. Tek's last at bat. Tek being taken out of the game and the crowd giving him an ovation.
I have plans to eulogize the season at greater length, but not tonight. Tonight? I just want to say thank you to the Red Sox. I am so proud of you.
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