Heroes get murals. The rest get receipts from the bullpen bar tab. Torsten raises a glass to the guys who weren’t supposed to be there — Klein, Henriquez, Rojas — the ones who turned “oh God no” into “holy hell yes!” Because every World Series needs its saints, and somebody’s gotta clean up after them.

Shohei Ohtani hit three homers, struck out ten, and somehow made a jaded Dodger fan believe again. A dispatch from Tokyo about the man turning baseball into modern mythology.

We learned some things about Mike Trout we wish we hadn’t this week. And it’s led us to ask, are there any heroes left? Were there ever any?

Bobby Bonilla may be the ubiquitous Bernie Madoff equivalent when it comes to players fleecing their teams but what if we told you that his is hardly the most noteworthy of one-sided contracts?

I blew calls at 16, my daughter stuck the landing at 9, and in both cases the loudest adults missed the point. The answer isn’t screaming at refs or handing out clone medals. It’s consequences with grace—and yes, I brought jokes.