“Game seven,” offered Toronto Blue Jays John Schneider on the eve of the 2025 World Series finale. “No two words are better in sports.”

I must disagree. As exciting and intense as the contest might be – and was – it’s the finality of it that strips it of its sheen, leaving one to ask “What of tomorrow?”

In other words, as much as tomorrow might creep at its petty pace and life be a walking shadow, a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing, it’s sure as hell a lot better than the alternative: waiting until next season.