A pre-playoff blessing from Garrison Keillor:
“Here in the northern latitudes, our backs to Canada, we’re naturally romantic about the game, and that’s why we’re such tolerant fans. We don’t boo our team, we aren’t demented or demanding or cranky. Outsiders think we’re indifferent, but it’s not true. It’s just that we’re so very happy to be looking at green grass…. All our baseball ghosts can come to rest in this exaltation of a ballpark, this astonishment on Fifth Street. Every year we will rise from our torpors and revive ourselves with a hot dog and mustard and fresh air and transfixed by what we’ve loved since we were kids. When the game starts, time stops, and we’re all young again, it’s spring, and the sun is shining.”
This is the year, folks. This is the year.