Green Fields of the Mind

BoSoxLady

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It’s been a tradition on this site for many years that after the final game of the season, I post a poem written by former MLB Commissioner (and diehard Red Sox fan) Bart Giamatti. The end of the season sucks.

—A. Bartlett Giamatti
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.
 

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Not ready for this season to be over, and quite terrified of this offseason.
We survived 2014 and 2015, knowing the fruits of the farm would be arriving soon, and frankly, we may be due for a few lean years here. This is the end of the success cycle, and we begin anew. This team doesn't suck, but it's not good enough to get into the playoffs.
 

brandonchristensen

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You post it.

I copy and paste in an email to my brother and dad. Been doing it for years and years.

Found the first one, 11 years ago:
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Every year, even in the World Series winning years, I get an odd empty feeling inside around 6:30/7:00 at night for about a week after the Red Sox season ends. I feel like I should be putting the pregame/game on NESN, but I end up channel surfing and watching some random crap instead. Mr. Giamatti got it right when he wrote about counting on baseball. I can't wait until spring.
 

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It’s been a tradition on this site for many years that after the final game of the season, I post a poem written by former MLB Commissioner (and diehard Red Sox fan) Bart Giamatti. The end of the season sucks.

—A. Bartlett Giamatti
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.
Thanks Cheri. Every year when I read this I hear the voice of James Earl Jones. :)
 

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I know that this is somewhat unpatriotic of me, but the only year this post didn't hurt was 2004. I went to Cheri's party at the Lantana (iirc) and the group joy kept me warm all winter. Complete satisfaction and joy with my friends (specifically from SoSH) kept me warm for all of the offseason months.

Every year before and since, which have included marriage, two births, some passings and all of the standard October to February occurrences, I simply feel...worse...or certainly less-at-ease, at a minimum, because day-to-day...we're all done, nothing to see here, come 630 PM.

Every fucking year, I try to remember that eventually it starts to get warmer.

Still, I knew this was going to arrive tonight...and it always wrecks me, same as ever, almost as if I didn't see it coming...
 
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Thanks for posting - I shared it with many of my friends. This is the first time in a few years where I truly find myself "in the hole" with the season over. Here comes a tough winter...
 

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Thanks Cheri,

We always try and have a family supper on or around my Dad's birthday each year. This year we held it a day early, today, for the family to get together and remember him. He was the one that put in the time with me while I was growing up, he was my coach, teacher, mentor and Father. I miss him greatly.
It's been a rainy, windy, generally cold day. September 29 really sucks this year, but this poem helps put things in perspective. Things will get better, it just takes some time.

Cheers all, this site is consistently great, because of the members
 

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I know that this is somewhat unpatriotic of me, but the only year this post didn't hurt was 2004. I went to Cheri's party at the Lantana (iirc) and the group joy kept me warm all winter. Complete satisfaction and joy with my friends (specifically from SoSH) kept me warm for all of the offseason months.

Every year before and since, which have included marriage, two births, some passings and all of the standard October to February occurrences, I simply feel...worse...or certainly less-at-ease, at a minimum, because day-to-day...we're all done, nothing to see here, come 630 PM.

Every fucking year, I try to remember that eventually it starts to get warmer.

Still, I knew this was going to arrive tonight...and it always wrecks me, same as ever, almost as if I didn't see it coming...
maybe it didn’t hurt because you were about 25 beers in!

#witnessedtheaftermath
 

WheresDewey

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This is tough to read this year, even as I've found my attention stray from the Sox to the Pats. Let's hope we can read it a month later next year with Mookie still in a Sox uniform.
 

DennyDoyle'sBoil

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Green Fields doesn't really resonate this year.

Giamatti's message, as I've always understood it, is that when it breaks your heart you need to remember that's because it worked. You are only sad because the illusion -- that we can slow time down to a beautiful summer day with a pitcher staring in to get the sign with the Monster gleaming behind him -- happened. Baseball did its job.

I don't think baseball really had a chance to do its job this year. I just hope it gets its chance next year, because we could really use that illusion.
 

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Yeah, it didn't exactly "begin in the Spring," or "Blossom in the summer." You definitely didn't "count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive," and we definitely didn't have "The aisles are jammed, the place is on its feet, the wrappers, the programs, the Coke cups and peanut shells, the doctrines of an afternoon; the anxieties, the things that have to be done tomorrow, the regrets about yesterday, the accumulation of a summer: all forgotten, while hope, the anchor, bites and takes hold where a moment before it seemed we would be swept out with the tide."

Looking at it that way, this "season" is even more depressing...
 

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First time in a long time that Cheri did not print this. I miss her. Is she still on this site? I don't remember seeing any of her posts