On The Sandman's Exit.

Watching highlights of the last 42’s last home game reminded me that - even after all the controversy, the steroids and the cheating with PEDs, the strikes, the lockouts, the insane amounts of money, the egos, the tarnished records and reputations, and not to mention the repeated failures of my beloved New York Mets far outnumbering their success - I find it impossible to be cynical about baseball. There should always be things like that in our lives, things we are never too cool to love, upon which we lavish our unabashed and childlike affection. Things to which we are senselessly and painfully loyal. If I am a fool, I am a joyful fool, who will always have a reason to look forward to every spring, who not always gets to celebrate a second New Year’s Day, but who for whom there is always a next season.