The season ended last night as the Braves played their best game of the entire series and suffocated the Astros’ hopes of another championship. As a fan, I watched 9 innings of an offense that seemed to lose all sense of direction at the plate during the worst possible moment. I saw pitching that was good until it very suddenly wasn’t, which placed the team in a hole that it would never climb out of. I watched my favorite set of guys lose the World Series last night.
And I couldn’t be prouder.
Of course I wish it were different.