Nature’s first green is gold, Baseball, despite the many numerous ways it can play with my emotions, is my sunshine on many otherwise cloudier days, shining and drawing me to it like that elusive pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Living alone and relying only on one’s self for strength and conviction during a pandemic sure can change a person’s perspective on the meaning of true sadness, and so while shedding tears at the end of the baseball season had become a ritual for as long as I could remember, it no longer brings quite the same level of despair.
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.” – ROBERT FROST The Best App for The Best Fans in Baseball
The 2021 Los Angeles Dodgers: Nothing Gold Can Stay
