BY WILLIAM F. GAVIN
Long ago I read a short story (I believe it was written by F. Scott Fitzgerald) in which a rich young man loses the girl he loves. He resumes his dissolute life, going to parties, laughing at every joke, dancing exuberantly with pretty girls who adore him. There is only one problem that suggests he may not have recovered from his loss. Every now and then, no matter where he is, at a formal dinner or a party or a dance, he suddenly bursts into tears, and sobs uncontrollably as his friends look on.
I do not wish to suggest that my grief over the Washington Nationals post-season loss against the San Francisco Giants is as great as that of the character who lost his soul-mate, but I didn’t take the defeat easily. Continue reading
