For many in baseball September is a month of stark contrast with April when everyone had dared to hope. If baseball is a lot like life as pundits declare it is because life is more about losing than winning.
But baseball bounced back in the next decade to reclaim its place as the national pastime: new heroes spirited competition and booming prosperity gave birth to dreams of expansion both within the major leagues and around the world.
I start thinking about life after death. I've got to quit thinking about it because it's very deep. Very deep. Sometimes you start thinking about it and you don't feel like you want to be alive so I don't like to get all quiet.
So here is one of my theories on happiness: we cannot know if we have lived a truly happy life until the very end. This view of life and death was reinforced by my close witnessing of the buildup to the death of Philip Gould. Philip was without doubt my closest friend in politics. When he died I felt like I had lost a limb.