Post-"Moneyball" sports have become a blizzard of numbers, and every snowflake or at-bat can be discernible as an individual event, but also blinding in the aggregate. This can be discouraging stuff to press box traditionalists.
On my way to the airport, I think of them flying home in the middle of the night. San Francisco in St. Louis, New York in Detroit, everyone everywhere and back again all at once on their way somewhere else.
It might be hard this week to remember that justice means more than punishment. Justice is the world's return to equilibrium. Justice is fairness. Balance. And part of the point of sports is to see justice done.
Across the parking lot from Citi Field in Queens is Willets Point. This is America the beautiful mess after all, in which all things are possible and all things are within reach and all things imaginable can be grasped and had.