The Fall Classic is Back: 2023 MLB Wrap Up

We have finally made it, after a long 162 game march got us to the playoffs we have the final two teams: the Arizona Diamondbacks and Texas Rangers. Finally, we have no Dodgers and no Asstros (pun intended) in the World Series for the first time in 7 years and yet again, the MLB playoffs continue to bring new teams into the mix at the end of the year. Giving us two teams that haven’t been in the World Series in over a decade, and doing so in historic fashion. Both the Rangers and the Diamondbacks came back from being down 3-2, winning out on the road, to clinch their World Series births. The first time that has ever happened. Which seems like the only fitting way to end what was sort of a “year of firsts” for the MLB.

How Was the Year of the Rule Changes?

It’s not controversial to say that the pitch clock was very polarizing to fans, with some applauding the games for not dragging on and keeping their attention while the baseball romanticists said that gamesmanship is dead, and the beautiful game of baseball is becoming a slave to clocks that the other sports are shackled to, unlike the romantic Shakespearean tempo of a baseball game.

* Even if Ronald steals 73 a year for the next 16 years (until he’s 41 years old), he would still be 2nd place all time to Rickey Henderson. Not that it takes away from Acuña’s historic season, but it makes you think… What if Rickey had these bases?

Batting averages didn’t bump up too much this year (.243 up to .248) and, neither did on-base percentage (.312 up to .320). But I did call some other things correctly…

How Did I Do?

Score: 4/5, pretty damn good.

I Love this Beautiful Game, and the World Series is the Epitome of it all.

There is nothing better than the World Series when it comes to postseason sports. The tempo of every game, the necessity of conflict, the tension felt behind every pitch and every crack of the bat, much like the game of baseball itself, it’s all inevitable.

Despite what happens, no team is out of it until the ball crosses the plate or squeezes in a glove for the last out of the game. You can’t run out the clock. You can’t lazily inbound and meander down the court until you’re fouled or the buzzer sounds. You dig-in to the batter’s box, the pitcher winds and up and releases towards the plate, and in an instant it’s as if anything can happen. You can’t back down; you have to finish the job.

And in the World Series, its baseball at its purest. Every player out there has dreamed of this very moment. They’re at the peak of their sport, these men, and they will feel the weight of this months-long season with every pitch. For 162 games they have traveled all over, battled and grown together to take their spot in the playoffs, trying to etch their names into history. It seems like they get a second wind each game that they get closer to the World Series, just look at Corbin Carrol and Adolis Garcia this year, writing their own stories and powering their respective teams past the Goliath’s from last years’ World Series.

As we look forward to the World Series on Friday, I can’t help but reminisce on past editions of the Fall Classic and it just feels… right. Like a warm bowl of soup or an old rom com. But for me its memories of staying up too late with my dad to watch David Freese keep the Cardinals alive in 2011. Or the heartache of Blake Snell being pulled out of game 6 in 2020, a moment I will never get over. What could have been…

But I suppose that, in a way, the nature of baseball is exactly why the World Series is always such a beautifully nostalgic affair. We spend all season getting invested, 162 games over the course of months, year in and year out. Each time desperately searching for a path to that final 7-game series, a coronation of the World Series Champion that is bound to be taut with emotion.

And we are all so lucky to bear witness.

Now, let’s play ball!

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