AJ Burnett was just ahead of his time on the Phillies. This year everyone is undead. - Norm Hall/Getty ImagesEveryone needs a little draught of immortality sometimes. The Phillies got theirs over the last two weeks. Now you get yours.
When fans' feet on the pavement quicken toward the gates, we cease to measure the length of the day with clocks, whose ticks and tocks now distend ever more noiselessly until we count beats and rhythms in pitches and swings. We frame periods in innings and recover a more intimate acquaintance with beginnings and endings, with the origin of finitude. This is the hour for hushed vitality, for precise attention, for active sensation—sight, sound, touch, but most…
