Seasons like the one now ending leave their mark on the psyche. They create baggage, in real mass, that we who care must carry around for an indeterminate time.

Arguably, this burden can take many forms and some weigh a lot more than others and, likely, last longer. After a long string of losses you can be kinda numb to any more, never entirely of course, but enough to soldier on..

It seems though that the personal hurts more.  And lasts longer.  Alex Wood and all that.  The rookie never allowed to be a rookie, with us at least.  The mighty – or not quite so mighty – slugger with the body of a God, the local boy who when you see him in red the pain starts all over again.  And Jonny Gomes – nothing in numbers but everything to have around…  KC? seems obscene…and i like the Royals, and we got Fernando’s son…did we?

We have a bunch of hard headed stats guys on this board and are lucky to have them.  They remind the rest of us what we should know and don’t.  I wonder if their detachment from the personal is greater than others?  The romantic, the sentimentalist is always going to be a basket case when his favorite is shipped out.  Are their tears saved only for a low BABIP or does the loss of the man himself hurt too?

In either event farewell to them all.  We couldn’t have done it without you.  Almost though!

Vale.