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Contemplating the Twilight

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On the winding down of a season that didn't fulfill our hopes.

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It's August, and from a general viewpoint that means a few things:

1) College kids riding their bikes in the middle of the damn street for no reason.

2) It's still hot, but it rains sometimes.

3) We look at the calendar and say "Wow, it's August already?" as if the passage of time is variable somehow.

For the purposes of this website, August is usually the time the Diamondbacks are well out of any sort of contention. This isn't always the case, five division titles as well as being in race in other years like 2008 and 2013, but more often than not, the Diamondbacks are just sittin' back, chillin' not in contention. I would imagine for most teams this is true as well, but the relatively short history of the team it's noticeable.

I've, personally, gotten to a point where... It's hard to describe. It's not that I don't care anymore. I genuinely want to see the team do better in the near and long term and feel a short spurt of happiness when they win, but I'm not sweating the losses *too* much. I'm not someone who thinks that drafting #4 is miles better than drafting #6, or whatever, so I'm not rooting for mass incompetence, we saw enough of that leading up to the All-Star break.

(I know I'm going to get someone in the comments saying "WELL ACTUALLY THIS PLAYER WOULD PROBABLY BE AVAILABLE AT 4 WHO I READ IS GOOD EVEN THOUGH I HAVE SEEN NONE OF THEIR GAME TAPE SO YOUR DUMB" You do you.)

I just like watching Baseball, Obviously, I like watching it when the team I have an emotional attachment to plays well, but as Jim mentioned before, it's better than most things. Given the choice of staying at home at watching a ballgame or go to some darkened bar and listen to someone fail to keep time in a Karaoke version of songs from Rent, the former sounds more appealing. (If the person was being chased by a bear or something, then it'd be a push. "LET'S GOOOOOO OUT TO- " "RAWR!" "HOLY MOTHER OF TOAST HE HAS MY LEG") But, getting angry because Chip Hale batted a guy fifth rather than seventh when any hope of contention sounds... exhausting.

I guess I see it as sort of sitting on a beach, watching the waves. At a certain point, taller and more exciting looking waves give way to more, well, dinky waves. It's not as exciting viewing and affects very little, but it's miles better than not being on most beaches. And to extend the wave metaphor, there's a calming sort of sensation to it. Now, I wouldn't say Baseball is the same sort of calm, but it's friendly, there, and as someone who has spent a lot of their life watching it, it's a nice, pleasant feeling.

The last two months of the Diamondbacks season may not be of high quality, but it also might be! Hell, as I write this the Diamondbacks have a *four-game* win streak. That's four more than usual! But either way, we are watching the tide roll into calm, and then in October we will pick up our things from the beach and head back to the Hotel. It was a sort of monotonous day, but we know when we go back out on the beach again, we'll love it, and who knows what that will bring.

Alternatively, we could unleash a live bear onto the field randomly.

"And Segura hits a ground ball to Turner at third who should make the routine pla- NO WAIT, HE HAS CAUGHT THE ATTENTION OF A LARGE GRIZZLY BEAR AND IS WISELY FLEEING THE INFIELD. SEAGER BACKS THE PLAY UP BUT SEGURA HAS MADE IT TO SECOND, WHAT A HEADS UP PLAY!"