Postseason

by R.J. Lesch

The season is a marathon and not
.      a sprint, they say. So one would think we’d boast
we’ve played a hundred sixty two, and got
.      a champion — the team who won the most.
But that’s not how it works, The season just
.      helps narrow down from thirty teams to ten.
The biggest winner still could be a bust.
.      A wild card who catches fire just when
the leaves turn brown, can grasp the Series ring,
.      While teams who’ve led all year don’t get a thing.

 

R.J. Lesch is a SABR member, White Sox fan, fencing instructor and proud holder of a day job (we’re still checking up on that last one).


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