What better time to talk about the summer game than a week that opened with a wintry mix of precipitation, a little slush, a dash of sleet, a touch of freezing rain, and a rush to Randy’s Citgo to get the snow tires on.
Before the Major League Baseball playoffs began, I told a group of sports fans at the Elderly Services headquarters that anyone who pretended to know who would win the World Series was, in so many words, full of organic fertilizer. Anything can happen in a short series, including favored teams choking away 3-0 leads in seven-game sets.