Baseball is a rollercoaster and so are emotions. My emotions, your emotions, everyone’s emotions. If you disagree with that statement then you’re probably emotionally constipated. I would prescribe a diet of therapy, a Joni Mitchell album, and The Notebook.
Occasionally those rollercoasters are connected. The San Francisco Giants hop in a hard, cramped buggy, get strapped in with shoulder contraptions that look like leather car seats but somehow feel like cement blocks, and turn around to see that you’re in the seat behind them, desperately hoping they don’t vomit.
After crawling their way back to .