There used to be a time when Black Wednesday meant I’d wake up with bar plans for the evening solidified. Maybe I’d be hitting a local dance club to groove to some New Order or doing kamikaze shots at a dive bar while watching whichever sporting event (usually college basketball) ESPN chose to air.
Tonight, I’ll be at home flipping through my Bill James Baseball Abstract while watching a Ken Burns Baseball marathon on Amazon Prime. If my 25-year-old self could have seen my 55-year-old self, he might have gone into a deep depression.