Some culture

At the end of the baseball season, Red Sox radio announcer Joe Costiglione reads the beginning of "The Green Fields of the Mind," by A. Bartlett Giamatti. I liked hearing it when Grady Little choked against the Yankees, I liked hearing it after the Sox finally won the World Series, and I liked it hearing it today.

It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.