Elinor Wylie’s poem, Puritan Sonnet concludes:

That spring, briefer than apple-blossom’s breath,
Summer, so much too beautiful to stay;
Swift autumn, like a bonfire of leaves,
And sleepy winter, like the sleep of death.

I do not know if Wylie was a baseball fan; it seems doubtful to me, but there are secret baseball fans everywhere. To me, the closing lines of Puritan Sonnet are a nice summary of the baseball year.

The GMs may be meeting with a full plate of personnel moves, the parade of postseason hardware announcements are in full swing (congratulations, Matt) but I await pitchers and catchers in February.

If Braves Journal were a commercial operation, we’d need content, More Content, but that isn’t the rhythm of baseball, at least for me. Everyone feel free to comment, we’ll throw up something like this every once in a while, and genuine news will prompt genuine new pages. I follow with interest the very sad news of Emmanuel Clase and Luis Ortiz; the rise of sports gambling as a league-sanctioned activity may not have directly contributed to this ugly mess, but it surely doesn’t help. Innocent until proven guilty, sure, but sad either way.

I’m spending my offseason hunkered over my laptop, working furiously (with the help of my newfound assistant Claude) to get next season started with a baseball database that can answer questions which include the season being played. The fact that I find this fun may puzzle some of you, but I’m just happy to find anything fun.

College football continues apace, and college hockey has begun.

When we sign Ha-Seong Kim, or Dante Bichette, or find the Elixir of Hits Nick Allen needs to swallow, there is still stirring to be had in “sleepy winter.” Sort of like the ten times a night I get up to pee.