Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Oakland – against Detroit we struck out.
Time to wash and fold the jerseys and put them into the drawer. Clean the cowbell, shake the blankets and put them on the shelf. Empty out the backpack, get rid of that half-bag of peanuts and an old apple.
Time to put away the toys of summer. Winter Debbie and Winter Keith are here.
170 days until Opening Day against the Cleveland Indians.