Ooh, this week’s New Yorker has Roger Angell wrapping up the season. He’s a baseball writer from the old school - I remember his meditations in the New Yorker on family life and on his mother and his stepdad E.B. White - and his words still resound like poetry. Here’s his take on the heartstopping point in Game 5 where Wakefield is pitching in extra innings:
Smiling wanly, the rooters foresaw a fresh end: the Red Sox eliminated by a butterfly. Sierra, at bat with two on and two out, swung through the three-and-two and missed it cleanly, as Varitek, a mastiff after a song sparrow, jumped at the ball and swallowed it clean.
Captures the inherent tension between repose and explosion perfectly. And of course, right now I could devour anything on the Sox season.