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The World Series is here, and I think I’ve completed my mourning of the Rays postseason loss to the buzzsaw named Gerrit Cole.

Of course, there’s no shame in losing a series to Cliff Lee or Gerrit Cole or anyone of their ilk. Cy Young winners (even prospective ones) will do that to you. I’d like to think there’s a universe in which some tipped pitches allow the Rays to keep things scoreless for...

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