Have you ever had that moment of intense introspection where you just think, “What does it all mean? Why are we here? What even is life, anyway?”
I have. In fact, I had that feeling today. It happened in the bottom of the eighth inning of this afternoon’s Orioles game, when one Red Sox runner after another crossed the plate against a utility infielder who was forced into pitching duty, while overmatched, overwhelmed O’s players flubbed grounders and kicked the ball around, knowing they were well on their way to their 112th loss of the season and helpless to stop it.