America has it's flaws. We have a makeshift economy, divisive political lines, crumbling health, and failing education. We buy things we can't afford and eat things we don't need. America is great, but it ain't perfect.
Our pastime, baseball, sure ain't perfect either. There's steroids and too many games and a diluted talent pool. Baseball just isn't as compelling as it once was.
But then the leaves change and the air grows crisp. We widdle the league down to eight teams and four weeks. October baseball is where fifth starters become legends and Mendoza hitting shortstops create stories we'll tell our grandchildren.
I could sit here and try my best to write something dripping with beauty and romanticism to try and capture the magnitude and excitement of playoff baseball, but I couldn't do it justice. Instead, I'll give you the best baseball prose I have ever read. It was written by Jeff MacGregor. Enjoy.
Here's the link: http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/commentary/news/story?page=macgregor/100712