1. I'm at peace. Not really. But sorta.
I'm gonna get some sleep before I write a little bit about the second of the two most painful days of baseball I may ever experience, two days that close the book on the best season of my life as a sports fan.
Lots on my mind, but rather than make an effort tonight to put it all into a bunch of slapdash words, I'm gonna quietly sports-grieve a little more. I was really looking forward to "No Things," but alas, we never got there - though we couldn't have gotten any closer - and this thing ends with one extra, empty hanger.
Brokenhearted, but far from inconsolable, I am at peace. And there's no organization I'd rather care this much about.
Back in the morning.