Last time around, the stove was so cool that Cub Tracks covered up in duck down and went back to sleep. “Wake me when spring training starts,” I said, shaking my fist at the sky. “Or at least until 2017 is over!”
Hasn’t been my favorite year, for personal reasons that I won’t get into, but, more to the point, Santa Theo has steadily refused to drop a big gift under our trees. I’m not sure he’s going to, and the team will have to get out of the woods on their own.
