In our current world of necessary isolation, I finds myself longing for familiar routines, those everyday ebbs and flows of life so easily taken for granted until troubling events show up and steal them. I imagine, as we socially distance for who knows how long, that at least we are all together in this sentiment.
Thursday would have brought one of my favorite routines. Every Boston sportswriter should count his or her blessings in having the privilege to cover so many extraordinary events involving our teams over the last two decades — nine Super Bowls and four World Series, three Stanley Cup Finals, and two NBA Finals, a dozen champions in all.