It smells like cinnamon and cranberries and pumpkins. And yeah, peanuts and cracker jacks and fresh grass and all that normal baseball jazz. This must all mean three things:
a) I am craving a pumpkin latte and a trip to Peet’s is in order.
b) I want it to be Thanksgiving already.
c) The postseason kicks off in Less. Than. Two. Hours! Be excited. Be very, very excited.