The most pressing question of this off-season is when and where all of the free agents will sign. Unless you count the ones asking whether the free agents will actually sign. But right after those comes the question that many aren’t even sure they want answered:
“To what lengths will baseball writers go in this desolate, forsaken hellscape of an off-season in order to produce #content?”
Today that question gets an answer in the form of a bunch of poetry. To those of you who love poetry, you’re welcome and I hope you enjoy. For everyone else, I’m sorry.