The trip to the newly re-opened Everybody’s Records on Tuesday was weird and wonderful. I met a Mobster there, Tyler, a guy I’ve corresponded with over the years but never met. We spoke to each other through masks; we bumped elbows. We flipped through the bins of vinyl, standing 6 feet apart.
“Great to meet you,’’ I said, fully appreciating the idiotic irony in that statement.
Fifteen minutes away, in Milford, FC Cincinnati held its third practice/workout/get-together/hoedown. Pat Brennan, the Enquirer’s soccer maven, quotes goalie Spencer Richey’s description:
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