You’re not going to be able to tell me I didn’t have my thumb on the zeitgeist yesterday. The hot rails that the meatball takes travel on were way obvious, and still are. And I’m going to give myself credit for seeing the pasta pot boiling, because someone’s got to.
This is my third offseason at the wheel of the good ship Cub Tracks, and I’m gonna make it a smooth voyage. You’re welcome to come along for the ride.
I’m gonna take the bull by the horns, carve up the corpse of the 2018 baseball season, butcher the language, put the meat on ice, and examine the entrails.