It’s been a great year to be a Judge who never had to read a single Supreme Court brief. It’s been a great year to be a history-chaser in St. Louis who was older than his manager.
It’s been a not-so-great year to dream October dreams in Boston, Chicago or either side of the San Francisco Bay. And it’s been a really, really not-so-great year to think you were turning the corner in Kansas City, Detroit or South Beach.
But whatever kind of baseball year it was where you live, here’s one thing we can all agree on: We’re not sure how it got to be October already! And if it’s October, that means it’s time for me to hand out my annual end-of-season awards — which are still 100 percent guaranteed to inspire millions of Americans to ask:
What kind of season has this knucklehead been watching?
Nevertheless, this show must go on. And for some reason, it looks as if it’s going to go on without any hosting assistance whatsoever from Kenan Thompson, Emma Thompson, Klay Thompson, Clay Aiken, Willie Mays Aikens, Willie Nelson, Nelson Cruz, Tom Cruise or the crew of everyone’s favorite TV yacht, the Gone Fission.
So whatever. I’ll just hand these darned things out myself. The envelopes, please!
AL MVP: Aaron Judge, Yankees
Is it too late to create a Shohei Ohtani Award, a trophy we could hand over to the amazing Ohtani every year? We’ve never seen anything like him. Not in this sport. Not in any sport, really.
I’m in awe of everything he does — when he hits, when he pitches, when he does his Usain Bolt imitation running to first base. In a world with Tony Awards, Grammy Awards and Emmy Awards, shouldn’t there be an (Oh!)Tani Award, for the most superhuman creature in sports? Let this man walk his own red carpet.
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