Even if you don’t care about the annual media genuflection before the altar of Bill Belichick and Tom Brady, the Super Bowl means an end to the sometimes-worthy distraction of the football season. And that means baseball is right around the corner. I mean, it’s alarmingly close given the absurd number of free agents still floating around.
Like a tickle in your nose that builds to a sneeze at a maddeningly slow pace, only to dissipate into a low-grade annoyance, this offseason has hitched forward in a frustrating series of fits and false starts that offer no real payoff.