While I can’t deny that the advent of the second wild card has by far lengthened my interest in the baseball season, I can’t help but wonder if all this hullaballoo is worth it.
Sure, my Brewers are streaking and they might end up backing into the playoffs despite having given up on the season and trading away Zack Greinke two months ago. But once they get there, there’s a high likelihood of them being one-and-done. And even if they get through that first test, they’re not likely to go any further than that.
Well it looks like I just might still be in mourning. It’s been a week. One whole week since my beloved – and favored – Capitals were eliminated in the Stanley Cup playoffs. My heart was, and still is, broken.
It’s times like this one when we realize that it’s great to be a well-rounded sports fan. When one season comes to a close, another is either in full bloom or just beginning. This year, that thought makes me even more depressed. Typically, when the NHL season ends, I put my focus on baseball. This year, I’m finding that pretty hard.