Let me take you back to a time when COVID-19 was far back in our minds, when all we seemed to care about was the Cubs’ pitching depth and the White Sox’ playoff chances. Let’s call that magical time “early to mid-March.’’
There we were, eagerly awaiting the baseball season, our excitement for it as glossy as the material the Sun-Times’ preview magazine was being printed on. Oh how our prose flowed in that issue!
Then that pandemic thing happened.
And our wonderful magazine, full of hope and springtime regeneration, an ode to the national pastime, took to its sick bed.