How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
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...