When we last saw each other, we experienced a mid-70 degree day with a lack of a breeze but a bounty of sunshine. It was one of those unforgettable afternoons, with fans basking in the sunbeams like it was the middle of summer. Even my nose became beat red after spending the day outdoors. It was glorious, and after a long winter, it was a breath of fresh air.
Yet like Eckersley against Gibson in the clutch, or Duda throwing home during Hosmer’s mad dash in game 5, things change. Quickly.
What we were given this evening in Omaha were temperatures in the low-40’s - and that’s being generous - with a stiff wind constantly blowing out.