Thursday is the toughest day of the week on a work-from-home schedule during a pandemic because Friday offers nothing to really look forward to. After 52 days of isolation, and between my day gig and writing this column, my home is basically an office that I never get to leave.
And I’m not sure if you’ve noticed it, but sports stories, usually a respite from the drudgery of “safer at home” orders, have incredibly short shelf lives during this worldwide blackout. I imagine that’s because every new idea has an immediate rebuttal, and, like a game of tic-tac-toe, nobody ever wins.