We put our passions on a game that stretches back nearly a century and a half, which leaves so many seasons that have ended in frustration for all those forgotten teams, their fans left dazed and disappointed. But they have all come back. They have always come back. Scant months later those players congregated again and suited up and began once more the process of training and playing and losing and winning. Spring always comes.
— “162,” on the end of the season for most teams, over at The Classical