If you can't make it to the World Series, you want to go down in seven games, with the winning runs on base, and one of your best hitters at the plate—the way the Mets lost to the Cards last night.
The team showed heart. I'm sure they'll be back next year. And I'm sure these encouraging words are no consolation. Never before have I seen so little difference between winning and losing. And yet there is a difference once the game is over.
I don't like the Cards under La Russa, and I hope the Tigers jump on them the way they have everyone else this season.