For the second time in three years, the Yankees had a special season come to a sobering end at the hands of the Houston Astros. There is something abruptly final about a finished baseball season. We begin watching games in March and April as the last vestiges of the winter months melt away. We sweat under the mid-summer sun at the Stadium as the Yanks grind their way through the dog days of July and August. And, because we’re Yankees fans, we usually get to bundle up in our winter coats to watch the team on dark, chilly October nights in the postseason.
The Bronx Pinstripes Book Review Project
