Haven't posted in awhile, not that anyone cares. Alright. On with it.

This is a great time of year. In that of the relation to sports and weather, at least in an estimation of my philosophical views. Both entities intersect and culminate into a symbolic atmospheric power that is the athletic meteorological paradox. Notably the baseball pennant races and subsequent postseason. The College football and NFL seasons also add an interesting ingredient to the mix.

An excellent example of this atmosphere would be that of the 1997 ALCS between the Cleveland Indians and the Baltimore Orioles. Game 6, in Baltimore, a scoreless contest through 9 Innings, Indians led the series 3-2.The autumnal feel was in the air, the sunsets in the early evening following those long hot summer days.

The Indians were somewhat of an underdog in this series. Overall, the Orioles and Braves were expected to meet in the World Series.

For Game 6 of this series, in the 11th Inning, Tony Fernandez hit a solo homer in what would prove to be the Series clincher for Cleveland.

The Indians then faced the 3 year expansion Florida Marlins in the WS who desposed of the constant choking Braves in 6 games of the NLCS.

The Marlins won in a 7 game thriller, the Indians blew it, we all know the story.

The atmosphere of Game 6 in the 1997 ALCS is what I was truly getting at. As day turned to night, as leaves fell from the trees, as Bobby fucked Shauna and Kelly cheated on Henry in distant places, as this elimination game went on scoreless through the regulation 9 and beyond.

This is not the sole time period of when meteoratheticilogical events occur though, no. The story of the Bills-Titans wild card game of 2000, the millenium had just kicked in, among many other con carnes, that story will be told another day.