|In memoriam: Louis the Cat|
I often go through withdrawal in early-November, missing the baseball that has been a part of my life for the previous six months. Not this year, however, I think for two reasons.
First, I saw a lot of ball, 29 games, and they were nicely spread out over the course of the season. Secondly, I saw four play-off games in person, which seemed after the fact to provide a sense of closure. Those games also made me a Tigers fan, at least for the month of October.
In the span of nine days I saw a pair of games at Comerica Park (above) and a couple more at Yankee Stadium. I didn't really know what I was doing. I just bought tickets because I could and it all (for the most part) worked out. It almost felt like circumstances were being guided by an outside force, but that doesn't happen, does it?