There is a certain element of denial at the end of the baseball season. Spring and summer have ended with it. A piece of us dies. Who wants to face this? (I waited all season to see a triple play, and was rewarded by Russell Martin last night.) Yet even at this late date, when the teams have played 161 games, there are significant races in the American and National Leagues. The Arab Spring has come and…. Right Off the Bat appeared and disappeared, though our signings and appearances have been a hoot and more. Opportunities missed? I never quite got my intended series on major-league stadiums off the ground. Maybe the end is not really The End. Denial. It’s not just a river in Egypt.