“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 all 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.” - A. Bartlett Giamatti

...but not this year.

I've always loved this quote because it's so evocative and existential. But after this year, it means something different. The Nats gave us beautiful, chaotic, thrilling baseball right up to the edge of November. It didn't stop. it simply refused to. And here we are :)