COMMENTARY
Happy Truck Day to those who celebrate. You inveterate sickos need a shoutout more than ever.
At its best, the Red Sox loading up the U-Haul for the trek to Florida is a pleasant moment to briefly ponder what could be when the February subsides. The beginning of the nine-month relationship that is a baseball season.
For most of the last 20 years, we’ve been collectively eager for that. This year, will anyone even muster a groan? And if they do, will it be for any reason other than to drop their banger joke about how the truck’s going to have a hard time on I-95 when it probably lacks a throttle?