I am one of those sappy and sad fans who still thinks of baseball as a spring and summer game, played by the "boys" whose hearts are in the playing, not by millionaires who are involved in a very complex business...and yes, both the Yanks AND the Sox were very good teams, but when all is said and done, Tito makes the only decision he can and walks away, Jorge Posada leaves without a whole lot of fanfare, and the Yankees and the Sox disappear into the off-season.
I truly love the game...I love my memories of it growing up in the shadow of the old house. I love the romance of it. I love the 6 months of it...but when my team loses, I become the child and no longer the adult and I simply miss what could have been.
And as Rogers Hornsby said, ""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."
And I suppose it's exactly what I'll be doing, too.