No baseball to fill the otherwise hopeless void of the television world. No baseball in the Post, the Times, the News. No baseball on the Web. The garage radio crackles with the sounds of financial advisors and political crackpots. I turn to the sports pages, hoping to find some meaningful scraps, but I find only a few sorry scrawls about the World Series aftermath.
Parades are great, and it's fun to celebrate.
But after the last piece of ticker tape has fluttered down to the curbside, the realization sets in that this is really all that's left of the game. Junk on the ground, and a pile of memories. No pitching rotations. No speculation on the batting order. No records to chase.