By Game Three of the World Series, I realized that I had turned the Fall Classic into a receptacle for all the dread and disgust that the election to follow a week later inspired. It’s a well-observed cliché that elections resemble pro sports, sharing the qualities of exhaustive statistical analysis, relentless punditry, advertising rushes aimed at the homeowning middle class, spectacular expenditures, mass elation, mass disappointment, mass rage, and, occasionally, mass violence. Plus, where the election had Nate Silver, the World Series had Steph Furry, “The Sports Predicting, Trickshot Making Corgi,” who headbutts a plastic blow-up basketball into one of two plastic hoops bearing printout logos of the teams to play. (Interestingly, Silver called it right this time; the dog was a bit off, having predicted a Dodgers victory in six—it only took five.) Unfortunately, my strategy of projection didn’t work.…