Friends, family and acquaintances are all asking me the same thing, from a 6-foot distance: “What in the world can you write about with the coronavirus having shut down sports?”
It’s an excellent question. There are no games being played, no coaches being fired and fewer dumb decisions being made than normal. It’s a columnist’s nightmare, or at least it can lead to one.
I woke up in the middle of a bad dream early Monday morning. I was at Yankee Stadium, deadline was 45 minutes away and I hadn’t written a word about whatever it was I was supposed to be writing about, which was a complete mystery to me.