Major League Longing: What Comes After Game 7
Glenn Stout has served as the editor of the Best American Sports Writing series since 1991. His latest book is Fenway 1912: The Birth of a Ballpark, a Championship Season, and Fenway's Remarkable First Year.
Baseball is over again and — for a while — so am I.
As long as I can remember, this game has been my companion. The maple trees in the backyard where I grew up were known only as first base, second and third. The clothesline was an imaginary Green Monster. I fell asleep each night to the static of a distant game on an old radio and dreamed of the roaring crowd. Even now, when I think of "home" I don't think of a house. I think of the bare spot I wore in the grass while batting, the place I ran back to after every imaginary home run.
Now another season has ended. As the sounds that only baseball makes disappear, there is a stillness left behind that feels like nothing else, and I know again I am alone.
The days that used to start with stats and coffee turning cold as I perused the blogs and box scores are done. The morning doesn't mean it's time to "check the West Coast scores." It means "get up and go to work." The news is not for highlights and home runs, but wars and famines and politics.
It's over, but we've been through this before, baseball and I, and I'm sure I'll survive the winter soon to come. I know, even as the whoops and hollers of baseball's newest world champion fade, that somewhere in the silence that follows, another season will start to make its sound.
There will be trades, Tommy John surgeries and free agent signings for too much money. Even though there will be snow upon the ground, there will also be talk about pitchers and catchers reporting, aging veterans and rookie phenoms.
Something deep inside me will start to stir, and then I'll hear it again; a voice on a playground, a bat meeting a ball, a cheer and a slap on the back. At first it will be faint and far off, but as the days get longer, the sounds of baseball will be back beside me. Soon enough, we will both be ready for another season.
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