Baseball is caring. Player and fan alike must care, or there is no game. If there's no game, there's no pennant race and no World Series. And for all any of us know there might soon be no nation at all.
The caring is whole and constant, whether warranted or hopeless, tender or angry, ribald or relevant. From the first pitch to the last out caring continues. (Sports Illustrated, October 8, 1956)
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A little good. Quite a little.
And there's always next year, too.
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