In February, the sky over Kansas City was coated in soft shades of blue and gray, stretching high and far. Gazing into the expanse above, it seemed endless, extending all the way to the horizon's edge, where the imagination of the world kept expanding, limitless and boundless.
Not a cloud in sight, a gentle sunlight spilled slowly across the land—not searing, not burning, and yet neither cold nor biting. The body involuntarily relaxed just a little.
"Weather like this, so calm and tranquil, makes it truly hard to imagine the storms of last month. The day of the American League Championship, that should be unforgettable for a lifetime."
"Let me tell you a secret. That day, I realized for the first time how little control we actually have over the game. Even when we lost before, I never felt that sense of powerlessness."
"Like the weather, there are indeed things we can't control. Just like illnesses, right?"
