Night Owl Cards

After the Dodgers lost the World Series, I kept baseball at a safe distance. Baseball is never very far from my thoughts at any time of the day or night, so I didn't make a clean break. But I didn't exactly think about the game willingly. The Dodgers' loss hit harder than I expected. I'm an adult man who often looks at people's meltdowns and overreactions to various issues in their lives (and outside their lives) with a raised eyebrow. I've soldiered on through quite a bit of disappointment and difficulty over four-plus decades and it's defined me. I can handle it. I can handle this . And I did. But, wow, did it hurt. On that terrible Wednesday night, I thought back to the last time the Dodgers lost the World Series. It was 1978. I was 13. I realized the feeling I felt was exactly what I felt then and hadn't felt since. Emptiness, exhaustion, bitterness, confusion, all wrapped up into one indescribable emotion. I tried to sort that out. Immediat...