The St. Louis Cardinals are your World Series champions. There it is. No getting around it. The Tigers reverted to the form we all expected from them when the postseason began; the Cards, while no great shakes, managed to get past them in what will surely go down as one of the least compelling classics in history. It’s a shame, because this was an especially fun year for baseball, beginning with the World Baseball Classic, following on through Big Papi’s amazing mid-summer run of walk-offs, and the inspired play of a Yankee team beset by injury but carried by some new faces (Melky, Bobby), and of course the MVP-worthy performance of Derek Jeter. On a personal note, the overwhemingly positive reception of Spalding’s World Tour has been especially gratifying. (If you haven’t purchased your copy, I do humbly recommend it as the finest in offseason reading.)
The last game of the year is always a bit saddening, no matter the result. It will be another six months before we hear again that gentle-sweet sound of a ball slapping a glove, or the sharp crack of a bat lining one deep into the gap. In the meantime, though, we’ll be right here, commenting on all of the hot stove action. The season is over, but YFSF never sleeps.