I am by nature an optimist. I am also a superstitious baseball fan. These two tendencies collide in assessing my feelings after the wonderful weekend in Boston. Not only did the Yankees sweep but they looked damned good in doing it. 1999 (not 1998 of course) good. I find myself looking at playoff matchups and catching myself by saying it's only August. I start thinking that I should root for Chicago to win the wild card so that Boston and Minnesota are not in the postseason and then I catch myself and say it's only August. I see Glavine go down and I think the AL pennant winner sweeps the series and then I catch myself and say it's only August.
But a weekend in August made it hard not to think about October.