I’ve been a little cranky all week, having returned to Cincinnati on Saturday from a week spent all along the beautiful, jagged coast of Maine.
During that week I remained blissfully unaware of news and current events, my mind preoccupied with drinking in as much of the coastal scenery as possible and finding the next lobster roll. That included baseball—most of Red Sox country has long since dismissed this iteration of their team, save Big Papi’s pursuit of 500 career homers and Joe Kelly, certified public accountant.