The weird part about the way the 2007 World Series ended, specifically after the World Series of the past half-dozen years, was seeing no monkeys flung from anyone's back, no albatross peeled from around anyone's neck, no donuts, no bagels, no bupkis filled up or filled in, no getting off the schneid.

This wasn't some eternally [...]

People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring.

– Rogers Hornsby