(Written before the result of last night’s game)
Over the course of 162 games, one can be forgiven for thinking: what does one game really matter anyway? or even, what’s one bad week after all? But baseball is life, and each day one chugs along, becoming what one will be. So too in baseball: every year one thinks that one week and May doesn’t matter, but then looks up in July, and all of a sudden one’s team is a seller, or a buyer, or neither, and thus it goes.
Having now played over 1⁄4 of the season, it’s time to take stock of a few things.