Saturdays in my home typically consist of chores and errands, with baseball games sprinkled around them when in season. It isn’t uncommon to see the afternoon Astros game on mute in the background with the voices of Robert Ford and Steve Sparks plugged in my ears. Or in my one good ear like today as I was diagnosed with right ear discomfort earlier this week. I’ll probably need Tommy John surgery in a few weeks, but rest assured that my long-term status will remain unnecessarily vague until that point.
Baseball normally helps those mundane tasks become, well, a little less mundane.