Worlds collide in summer’s finale

Worlds collide in summer’s finale

This particular moment, this mid-point in August, feels like a confluence. It feels like where the Pacific and Atlantic Ocean meet at Cape Horn, off the coast of Chile. Where chocolate and vanilla touch in a box of Neapolitan ice cream. Where yin and yang confab and seamlessly merge into one. Where the lightness of summer combines with the substance of fall. On the one hand we have the literal boys of summer working hard to extend their baseball…