Last Saturday, my head won out and the Yankees, once again, swept the Twins, and their fans, post-season hopes away. In some ways, the exit of the Minnesota Boys of Summer off of the baseball diamond, is the exit of one of the last reminders of summer itself.
Former Commissioner of baseball, A. Bartlett Giamatti once said at the end of the baseball season:
"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...it stopped, and summer was gone."
Here we are, at the end, say goodbye to all of your friends.
Here we go watching the sun go 'round
It's the end of the summer. Those days are gone, it's over now, we're moving on.
Say goodbye to the warm breeze. I'll miss you, 'till the next time,
It's the end of the summer, but we'll see it all again
Ride's almost over, it's getting colder
Take one last look before it passes you by, it's the end of the summer.
Those days are gone, it's over now, we're movin on.
It's the end of the summer.
For all of you Twins fans out there, next "summer" is only 166 days away...