I generally try to shy away from the Ken Burns Baseballisms, but baseball really is a lot like life - and that’s rarely as clear as after the kind of death we just experienced.
Every season ends in death, except those rare few that reach immortality in the form of a championship. And even in those rarest of years - just two in my 30+ years as a fan - immortality lasts only for the winter. Then you play another season and die again.
This year’s death was especially painful, so I stand here at the wake for the 2019 Cardinals asking you not to mourn the tragedy of their final days, but to celebrate their life.