"Beautiful day," this guy said, turning to his buddy on what legitimately was a beautiful day here in our little corner of the world. "Wouldn't it have been nice for a wild card game?"
Hm. Honestly hadn't occurred to me.
But it was around 5:30 p.m., the sun was setting over the West End Bridge, and I took a ride over to PNC Park to snap the pic above. No particular reason. Nothing too powerful. Just did it on a whim.
There was no baseball happening, of course. Nothing, really. Might as well have been a graveyard.
And that, unless I'm missing something in the broader scope, seems to be just swell with the biggest portion of the public. You know, because wild card games can be painful and no one wants to go through that again, as if that's somehow relevant toward the pursuit of a sixth World Series championship.
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