With two weeks left in the season and plenty of drama yet unspooled, October is shaping up rather deliciously, particularly for those of us whose hearts bleed for the fanatics of baseball's damned.
Imagine for a second that the White Sox win the AL Central and the Brewers catch the Mets for the Wild Card. We'd have a playoff agenda without a Big Apple representative, but with both denizens of the Second City and the City of Angels. World Series showdowns between the Chicagos, or the L.A.s, would be historic and exciting.
So would any Series with the Rays, Phillies or Brewers. This Milwaukee contingent has never won a baseball championship. The Phils are the worst team in baseball history, with one World Series triumph on its century-old resume, and that was 28 years ago. Tampa Bay is the worst team in recent history, having never previously threatened even mediocrity.
A Cubs-Red Sox tilt would be a kvetchfest for the ages, particularly if it concluded with celebrations on the North Side.
As of this writing, the Mets' pen has been denied the opportunity to squander the Wild Card lead, and if they ultimately fail to do so, that could still make for a compelling finale were they to play Boston. Anything that reminds us of Mookie is something to behold.
The guard may be changing with this year's leaves. It could be resplendant. It could be historic. It could be magical.
I hear they've begun playing that game with the spheroid. (Go Prarie View!) I haven't noticed, what with visions of the Fall Classic dancing in my head.
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