Damn. The baseball season is officially over.
As a player, the first few weeks after the baseball season was always a major transition. From day one of the season you have a clear purpose. Hit the ball hard each at bat, play flawless defense, keep your body in great shape throughout the season and win. The season starts and your next six months are charted out for you in a handy pocket schedule. Your days are full of the routine of getting ready to go to the yard, getting ready for the game, playing the game, unwinding from the game. Change towns, rinse, repeat. Before, during and after games you develop habits that you are convinced make you a better hitter. You structure your eating, sleeping and working out schedule around this routine. Wade Boggs was the extreme:
He ate chicken before every game...woke up at the same time every day, took exactly 100 ground balls in practice, took batting practice at 5:17, and ran sprints at 7:17.[1] His route to and from his position in the field beat a path to the home dugout. He drew the Hebrew word "Chai", meaning "life", in the batter's box before each at-bat...
via en.wikipedia.org
Your routines are clockwork, down to the details of how you put your shoes on. (It was ALWAYS right foot sock, left foot sock, right foot sanitary, left foot sanitary, right foot stirrup, left foot stirrup ....I know. Scary.) Then, all of a sudden, the season ends. You go home and as Bill Robinson would tell say, "you can choose your own friends."
What happens when you get home? At first there is euphoria. Freedom! You can go anywhere and do anything. It's better than the last day of school feeling.
Shortly, that wears off and you fell something missing. There is no intensity. Your mind and body every day are still geared to focus on hitting a 90mph fastball, ignoring thousands of people screaming or being ready at an instant to sprint 90 feet to swipe a base.
Slowly you adjust, start focusing on 'normal' life, start reconnecting with your family/friends that baseball has taken you away from and figure out a new pattern that allows you to unwind and then build an offseason plan that takes you into spring training. Physically, you rebuild your body that has been beaten down for months. Mentally, you refresh your mind from day after day of extreme intense focus.
As a fan it is different, unless you win the championship, depression kicks in immediately followed by months of speculation, arm-chair GM'ing and all the joys of the hot-stove league.
Countless hours of "if only..." around that one pitcher or one hitter that would change everything. Speculation around who your team should resign, who needs to retire, who will be traded and how to beat the Yankees. There will be gripes about the lack of equality between small markets and large markets, cable contracts, stupid owners, overrated players, diamonds in the rough, the virtues of Billy Beane vs. Bill James.
Either way, right now the baseball season is over and that sucks.


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