It’s not, though
Today was supposed to be Opening Day. I was going to listen to baseball quietly at my desk and surreptitiously check highlights while I counted the hours until quitting time. I was thinking I might microwave hotdogs at work or something, really make friends in the office.
I was going to talk baseball with the president of my company — a Nats fan, he’s very happy — and see if I could get some of those company tickets at some point...