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.