Consider this my formal apology. I should have known better, and I apologize. I’m usually so careful and thoughtful in my speech and in my writing, and for me to tempt fate as I did earlier this week is nigh inexcusable. I’ve always known the baseball gods were pernicious; always known that any unfounded bravado could lead the prideful down a bitter path, and yet I did what I did.
Earlier this week, I wrote a piece celebrating home runs. I know it was foolish, but I thought that by framing it as admiring the handiwork of the Heels in a blowout win over the Blue Devils, I could write a piece extolling the many virtues of a moonshot without andgering the baseball Powers That Be; that I could crow without it sounding like I was crowing.