“Now that we have come out of hiding,
Why would we live again in the tombs we’d made out of our souls?”
I don’t wish to discuss what happened yesterday afternoon. Not in particulars, anyways. Zach already did a good job of that. We know what happened.
I’m more interested in writing about what’s next, in the short-term and the long-term. About how we choose (and how we do not choose) to rationalize, process, and mentally deal with this soul-crushing loss.
We saw the ball leave the bat and, before we even got the outfield camera angle, we knew it was over.