A toast to America’s Pasttime on a day that it needs to be celebrated.
It’s 1:28 AM in Colorado, where I write this from, on the morning of March 26th, 2020.
I can’t sleep. I bet you can’t either.
Today was supposed to be the start of a 162-game marathon that would give us something to look forward to almost every day. Something to analyze, something to enjoy, something to distract us from our worries and give us a much-needed outlet.
Today we were supposed...