I’ve been gone too long, Vol. 2

Well, another baseball season has come to kind of an end, what with the White Sox and Tigers scheduled for an afternoon tilt at 2:00 my time.

After reading a few articles and chatting with other baseball fans across the country, I came to the consensus that THIS is what Major League baseball is all about.

One game. Time stands still.

Now, the detractors of baseball will use that phrase “Time stands still” as an explanation for how every baseball game in their eyes is…slow. I disagree. Why? Because I am intelligent. That’s a joke.

It is because after 162 games, (or in this case 161)it all boils down to who does the little things the right way, the tiny intricacies of baseball just need to be performed to perfect execution, or that hope of moving on to the ultimate baseball prize goes bye-bye.

Now, the Tigers have nothing to play for this season. Theirs was a season destroyed by zero cohesiveness, injury and staggeringly poor play. After all the hype it was the Tigers who were supposed to be battling it out for playoff position, not the Sox.

And the Sox…having to look up the Red Line and see their step-brother walking into the post-season with ease. It is the Sox that have to prove their mettle once more, just to force another playoff to get inside the dance anyway.

God, I love October. Next to Opening Day, it is my favorite sports time of year. For this reason. Playoff intensity baseball.

Game on. Where is the remote?